“He’s shadowing Clint’s sister,” York muttered and gestured with his scarred jaw toward the back hallway. “I saw him stalking her in that direction a while ago.”
“I’ll find him while you keep our guys in check. The LM Jokers are on their way over to start trouble.”
With York frowning hard at me, I assumed he was still having issues with the music. He hated anything with electric guitars and drums. Despite his willingness to get violent and rowdy, York liked his music to be James Taylor-style tame.
“How serious is this Jokers’ thing?” he asked and downed the rest of his beer.
“No clue, but a lot of his new members are young dipshits from Baton Rouge.”
Running his hands through his dark hair, York sighed. “The sons of our former club brothers, you mean?”
“If they come at us, I don’t care who they are.”
York wiped his mouth and nodded. “Me either. Now go find Zodiac.”
I left York to handle our guys who were already heading toward the front doors. Apparently, the plan to lock the clubhouse had been dropped for a new one to run outside and brawl.
Lula met me near the empty stage. As everyone moved past us, I spotted Nova with Ivy in a back booth. They were laughing in that goofy way people did when they were high as kites.
“Your sister’s stoned,” Zodiac told me as he exited the back area. Running his hands through his hair, he muttered, “Why is everyone rushing outside? Is there a fire?”
“The Jokers are on their way over to start shit.”
Lula showed the text to Zodiac, who shrugged. “Why not lock the doors and leave them out there?”
“They will fuck with our rides!” Sabrina hollered from the door. “I say when fuck them up!”
“Yeah!” a bunch of voices agreed.
“Control your people,” Zodiac told Clint, who walked over after checking on Ivy.
“I’m conflicted,” Clint said and frowned. “Where’s my sister?”
Zodiac smirked. “Hiding in the bathroom, so I can’t seduce her.”
“Good. I don’t want her running outside just to keep up with Sabrina.”
“I do what I want!” Elle cried, running past us and joining the other Crimson Guard members. “Let’s kick these Baton Rouge fuckers’ asses!”
“No, we’re fighting the Jokers,” Goldie clarified.
“Yeah!” Elle hollered.
“Is she drunk?” Lula asked Clint.
“Let’s just assume yes,” he said and frowned at Zodiac. “Why don’t you want to deal with the Jokers?”
My president grinned and spewed his bullshit, “I’m a weak man suffering from a fear of violence.”
Clint narrowed his blue eyes and nearly snarled, “You’re up to something.”
Zodiac shrugged casually. “I don’t think we ought to give in to the childish desires of a ginger boy like Tricky. Besides, most of your club is wasted.”
“The foxes are far more dangerous when they’re too drunk to understand the consequences.”
“Hey, I’m not a fox!” Rowdy hollered and thumped on his chest, caveman-style. “The Jokers need to be destroyed! I intend to piss on their graves!”
“Your people can’t hold their liquor,” Zodiac grumbled at Clint.
