Page 10 of Iron Hearts
I texted her back that I was okay and let her know about Rob’s big master plan to supposedly keep tonight different.
I got back an eye-rolling emoji from Gemma and ayeah, right, for real, just you wait.
I couldn’t think about it anymore. if I wasted any more time, I was going to be late getting to work. I twisted the key in the ignition to my dad’s old Jeep, and it fired up, old reliable. I loved that it was an old standard shift. He’d taught me to drive it before he’d died, promising me if I could drive a standard, I could drive just about anything.
With a sigh, I worked the clutch and gear shift, putting it into reverse and backing it out of the grassy, sandy parking space on the side of the road across from the gas station next to the bar.
There was no real parking for cages at the bar, just bikes. After last night, I expected the place to bepackedtonight. I mean, it was going to be a typical Saturday night at the Iron Horse, but with the added excitement from last night? It was probably going to be packed evenmore.
Yay.I hoped the tips were at least good. I had a shiny new ambulance bill to pay, and that shit ain’t cheap.
At least I was still on my mom’s insurance for the hospital visit.
Being a broke-ass adult in Florida sucked ass.
CHAPTERFIVE
Striker…
“Hey, hey! What’s up, my dude?”
The greeting, more than the voice, tipped me off that I wasn’t speaking to anyone but Kash Kendrick of the Ocala chapter of the RBMC.
“Wish it was a social call, Kash—” I halted a moment and said, “Well, actually, for us, it kind of is. But all the same, this is club business and serious business at that.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “Gimme the 4-1-1.”
I filled him in on the situation in Ormond Beach and what the Bloody Scorpions were up to. He was quiet on the other end of the line.
“So basically, what do you say? Feel like coming up our way to party and maybe do a tap dance on some Scorpion’s face?”
“Dude, fuck yeah! You know I like a little violence with my beer. You guys have a master plan?”
“Renegade’s on the phone with Jameson, and Shadow’s calling up to Jacksonville. Man, you know we got a plan.”
Kash laughed.
“Dude, I’m sure Jameson is just going toloveRenegade being in charge of this one,” Kash declared.
“Fuck your West Coast. Ain’t no party like anEast Coastparty on this one,” I told him.
He laughed again and said, “Lemme get with The Bishop and see if we can’t get the rest of the boys on board.”
“Might want to leave the ol’ ladies out of this ride,” I told him.
“Aw, bet, bet. They can be as fuckin’ pissed off as they wanna get, but this is for sure not a ride for them.”
“No. No, it is not,” I affirmed.
“Hit me back in about fifteen minutes.”
“Copy that. Talk soon,” I said.
“Cool, cool,” he said.
I checked the clock and sat back in my chair, staring at the burner on my desk and waiting the allotted fifteen minutes. It rang after barely ten. I picked up.
“Dude!” Kash called on the other end of the line.
