“Why the fuck are they getting so comfortable, being so close to one of our charters?” Muffler questions.
“I bet they think we’re backing off them and have found a new threat to eliminate. They’re getting ballsy ‘cause of it,” Ricochet immediately answers.
“We’re not backing off them, but they don’t know that. It’s across the border, so I’m letting Joker handle it for now. If I need to, I’ll make an executive decision, and we’ll step in.” Joker is Boss’ half-brother, and I’ll guarantee she’s giving her brother the opportunity to handle things by himself. She’ll only step in if it’s completely necessary. I think it’s good of her to give Joker the opportunity because, at the beginning of them working together, it really seemed like she was trying to put him in his place. Thankfully, over the course of the last couple of years, things have changed quite a bit between the two of them. They see eye-to-eye, and they don’t fight nearly as much as they did in the past. They act like actual siblings who give a fuck about each other.
“Think about it, though,” Venom speaks again, and everyone turns their attention to her. “They have to be going to great lengths just to get into Canada. Surely, not all of them are Canadian citizens. Think about the paperwork, the amount of work that goes into obtaining citizenship there.”
“You’re right. I’m going to reach out to some allies. Specifically, the Reapers Rejects MC and the Skulls Renegade MC. We know they’re some of our oldest allies, and I’m going to see if they have any Canadian contacts. We have a charter there, yes, but our allies might have connections that we don’t, and I want to explore those. It could be the key to helping us figure out why the cult is choosing to be in Canada. Until then, church is adjourned.”
Before I know it, everyone begins filing out of church, but Boss holds up a hand when I start to walk away. I take it as a silent signal for me to stay back. “I was giving you shit for speaking up, but I’m glad you did. I needed you in here today to see what you could bring to the table. You did a good job.”
“Thanks.” I’ve been a prospect for a really long fucking time. Sometimes I worry that Boss and the rest of my brothers and sisters will never make the decision to patch me in. Hopefully, this is just a sign that it isn’t the case.
“Go on, I have shit I need to get done,” Boss says as she motions for the door. I walk out and then head down one flight of stairs until I’m at the bar area. Some of my brothers are already down here with a drink in hand, and I desperately need one.
I walk up to the bar, and Faith is manning it tonight. She has her blonde locks pulled back into a high ponytail and has thick mascara on tonight. She’s a beautiful woman, but I never had any sort of emotional connection with her other than friendship. I thought when I first met her that there might be something more there, but unfortunately, there wasn’t.
“Hey.” Faith furrows her brows for a second before she says anything else. “Am I losing my mind, or did you just come out with the group that was in church?”
“You lost your mind long ago, but yeah, I did. Boss wanted me in there,” I explain, and Faith grabs a cold bottle of beer from the fridge, takes off the cap, and hands it to me.
“That’s such a good sign, isn’t it?” Faith is optimistic, and I’d like to be, but I don’t want to get my hopes up either.
“I hope it is. Don’t think it can be a bad one,” I tell her as I grab my beer and take a swig.
“I think it is. I’m curious about something, though.” Faith raises her brows and gives me a devilish smirk.
“What would that be?”
“Are you and Valencia a thing now, ‘cause I’m not blind, but I also never know when people label shit these days. I went out on a date the other night, Reno, and the dude asked if we could be ‘cuddle buddies’. Like, what happened to good, old-fashioned dating? What happened to the days when a man would actually want to commit himself to a woman? It blows my mind.”
“When you find the right one, they’ll have no problem wanting to commit themselves to you. As for Valencia, I don’t have confirmation as of yet, but I’m tryin’ damn hard to make sure we’re somethin’.” I have no problem telling anyone that I want to be with Valencia. She’s a very special woman and a unique one at that.
“Good for you. You need a good woman, and you deserve one badly. Valencia seems like she’s the type of woman who can handle you. Who knows, maybe I’ll find my prince charming at some point soon.”
“You deserve to find that man who will make your life whole. I’m sure you’ll find him in due time and don’t settle for anyone, Faith. I mean it. I can’t stand it when women settle for men who treat them like garbage.”
Faith laughs hard and raises her brows. “I think you and everyone in the club would kill anyone who treated me like trash, but I appreciate you watching out for me.”
The women in this club are more protected than they even know. We’re never going to let anyone work them over, and we sure as fuck won’t let anyone stick around who doesn’t deserve them. They’re angels, each and every one of them.
CHAPTERTEN
Valencia
Tonight, I’m not only working the bar but there’s also a huge party going on. There’s a mix of people here. Some are in leather, both men and women. There are women walking around in sexy lingerie. I mean so revealing that it’s pointless to even be wearing it. But not as revealing as the women walking around with their tits out. They don’t even have anything covering their nipples. They are just bouncing around, full tits on display for everyone to see.
It’s hard not to stare. I mean, I’m not judging anyone, but I’m pouring drinks with tits in my face.
This isn’t something I’m used to. There’s a lot going on. Too many strangers. It’s not like I can or would say anything. I just need to pour the drinks and keep a smile on my face.
I’m good at faking it, even if it does make me nervous. Being myself with all these strangers is difficult.
The longer the party goes on, the more people crowd the club. I glance down the bar after pouring another round of shots and notice Iris talking it up with two guys. She’s working the bar with me, and I can’t help but focus on her with these guys. They seem to be asking a lot of questions. That’s one thing I know better than anything. You never answer questions. That’s been drilled into my head my entire life. A second option is answering as vaguely as possible when need be.
When the guys finally step away from the bar, I walk down to Iris and lean against the bar.
“Those guys had a lot of questions. You need to be careful, Iris. Trouble is everywhere,” I warn her.
