“You look fucking pissed.” Brick—a new prospect who’s already gotten a nickname because he is a mammoth human—smirks as he stops next to the table and sets down a couple beers.
I nod my thanks and grab a bottle of the watered-down piss. “Nah. Just thinking.”
“You thinking about one of them?”
With a frown, I look up at the big son of a bitch and follow his line of sight to where Jackal is clearly finger banging one of the rocket riders right at the bar, while Cy works hisbroody charmon her friend. And that shit makes me laugh.
“Jackal isn’t my type.”
Brick turns to me with a grin. “Cy has better hair.”
“And he doesn’t talk out of his ass.”
“It’s always those strong silent types. Great hair, nice ass, and everyone digs an aloof motherfucker.”
I bark out a laugh. “You got a thing for Cyclops, Prospect? Maybe thinking about introducing your one-eyed snake to our one-eyed brute?”
Brick turns back to our friends at the bar, tilts his head from side to side, then shrugs as he faces me again with a smirk. “Just a crush. I’m sure it’ll pass.”
I really fucking like this guy.
“Never say never, right?”
“Right.” He grins. “You wanna talk about why you looked so pissed off when I walked over? Or don’t the Kings do that sort of shit?”
“Get all up in our feelings?”
He nods.
“We do…” I sigh. “But usually only when those feelings are along the lines of angry or horny.”
“And you’re telling me you’re neither?”
“Not right now.” Even though I can get to both pretty damn quickly if I think about Sofie and how long it’s been since I’ve seen her. “I was just thinking, got irritated, then it passed.”
“I get it, man.” Brick lifts his hands in surrender. “Don’t want to chat with a prospect, not until I’m patched. I get it.”
I look up at him again, wondering if I actually managed to offend this gigantic fuck, but he’s still grinning.
“Just messing with ya. I don’t give a shit if you want to pour your heart out or clam the fuck up, I’m here either way, so it’s your call.”
“I appreciate that.” And I really do.
So many of the old timers are crotchety bastards, and the only ones any of us are close to is Tank, Gunner, and Breaker. Outside of that, it’s been the five of us because we all patched in around the same time, and none of us have gotten on well with many of the new prospects the EC keeps trying to bring in. Finding one like Brick amongst the latest roundup has been kind of nice, especially since we’re going to be looking at filling holes on the executive committee in the next few years as the founders start to retire, and no one wants any fucking idiots taking on new positions.
This guy though… he fell in easy with me and the boys, and that shit will definitely take him places. Fingers crossed we get a couple more like him over the next few years.
“You need anything else, Snipe?”
I shake my head. “I’m good man, thanks for the— “
“Snipe!” The back door of MACs flies open as a half-crazed—well, more half-crazed than normal—Marbles bellows through the bar, his face a bloody mess. “Snipe. Jackal. All Kings on deck!”
“Shit.” I grunt as I stand, Brick immediately clearing a path toward my best friend.
I scan the room as we head in his direction, nodding at Cy and Jackal, the two abandoning theirdates,no other Wulven Kings present tonight.Spider walks out from the back office about a minute later, rolling his eyes when he sees Marbles, then he slides behind the bar and whispers something to Little John. Little John who fires his shotgun into the air and yells for everyone toget the fuck outbecause ofclub business.
And every fucker in the room scatters because you donotmess with Little John Andrews.
