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“Golden Glades is. I think the mother chapter has a lot more actual family now too, but, yeah, it is still a place for people who are looking for family and connection, not just a job.”
“I like that,” I told him. “I think it’s why I feel so at home here. Because that’s how everyone else felt when they came, so they just embrace all the new strays that happen in.”
“This is your home,” he assured me, pressing a kiss to my head.
It felt like it.
Home.
Not just the clubhouse.
But right here in Riff’s arms.
Nothing, I was sure, could ever come between us.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Riff
“Looking for new prospects again?” I asked when I came down early one morning to find Slash, Rook, and Colter looking over a pile of paperwork on the kitchen island.
Normally, decisions on prospects went mostly through Slash, Crow, Sway, and Detroit, since they were the more senior members of the club. But I guess it made a certain kind of sense for Colter and Rook to do a second round of elimination using the more recent ex-cons, since they might know the men personally. Or at least know of them by reputation.
“I got a feeling we are going to need more men soon,” Slash said, a knowing look in his eyes as he looked at me.
So, he had already seen the signs in me.
I still had to be a man and have an actual talk with him. But at least, this way, he wouldn’t feel blindsided by it.
“This fuck,” Colter said, snatching up a paper with a square-faced guy with a buzzed head, “is out.”
“Why?” Slash asked, looking at the information under the picture, mostly their criminal history.
“Major white supremacist,” he said.
“Why isn’t that in his paperwork?” Slash asked, already reaching to crumple up the paper.
“I don’t think he had any connections when he came in. That’s when they mark down any gang tattoos and affiliations. But the longer he was inside, the more he fell in with that crew. Has giant fucking SS Bolts on his back now.”
“Anyone else with affiliations I need to know about?” he asked, waving at the scattered papers.
“This one can go too,” Rook said, grabbing a paper with a Hulk of a man. “He beats his girlfriend.”
“Why isn’t that in his file?”
“I imagine, man that big, he intimidated her not to report him. I only know because I heard him bragging about it while he was playing cards one day.”
Slash grabbed that paper, balling it up, then tossing it in the trash with the other page.
“This one can go,” Colter said as he grabbed another page. “Not because of anything bad. But I know he’s got four kids, one of them kind of sickly, back in his hometown. He’s not staying here.”
It went like that for the next ten or so minutes while I brewed a pot of coffee until they were down to five possibilities.
“Some of these aren’t out for years still,” Rook said.
“I like to plan ahead,” Slash said, shrugging. “We’re still a really small club. I want to know I have options coming down the pike. Even if I do want to diversify and find other members who aren’t potentially dealing with pain-in-the-ass P.O.s like Nancy Bird.”
I grabbed two cups of coffee, bringing them upstairs with me. As interested as I was in club politics, especially if I was going to be spending a lot more time at the clubhouse in the future, I was a fuckuva lot more interested in the naked woman in my bed right now.
