Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Ffff… ffffuck… fuck—“
“Yeah, fuck you, Benny,” I said, repeating his personal catchphrase. “Eddie left you a bowl full of fruit and veg, and you’re eating the curtains?” I added as I set him inside his cage that was almost always left open, so he could move around freely since someone was always around to keep an eye on him.
Mackie walked along his perch toward his bowl, leaning his face into the depths of it, and repeating Benny Benny Benny in a low grumble before he started to eat.
“Where’s everyone?” I asked, hearing no one moving around. And this wasn’t going to be the distraction I needed with only York—someone not known for his communication skills—around to talk to.
“Coast is likely a dried-out husk this morning,” York said, still seeming distracted.
“How’s that?”
“Took four chicks to bed last night. Can’t imagine he has any fluids left.”
York and Coast weren’t likely ever to be good friends. There was no bad blood between them, just vastly different personalities. If anything, York probably looked at Coast like something of an annoying little brother.
“Velle? Levee?”
“Liquor and grocery store. Eddie gave ‘em a list a drug store receipt long,” he said, shooting me a smirk.
“Another party tonight?” I asked, wondering if it was what I needed.
To drink, chat up some chicks, take one to bed.
Was that what was going to finally shake Siana from my mind?
Possibly.
But I couldn’t seem to muster any excitement over the idea.
“Always,” York said. “Heard we might see one or two guys from that other club.”
“The other club?” I asked, wondering why Huck wouldn’t have mentioned it if guys from our sister chapter were coming in.
“In Coral Springs,” York clarified.
Right.
Them.
Run by a guy named Creed. And, seemingly, three of his brothers. We didn’t know the details for sure, since we’d been forced to have Arty drop his investigation into the crew when Creed showed up and told us that he didn’t appreciate us sticking our noses in his business.
Since Huck was happy to agree to Creed’s plan for us all to mind our own damn affairs, and because the Knights were in “protection” not arms, we didn’t see any reason to research them any more.
But every once in a while, it seemed like our crew hung with theirs if everyone happened to be in the same place.
And Huck and his OG guys had gone to Creed’s clubhouse as a show of good faith.
This would be the first time I heard of them coming to our neck of the woods, though.
“I guess that’s a good thing,” I mused.
“Club doesn’t have many allies,” York agreed, nodding.
That was fair.
We’d gotten more chummy with Tony Barelli, of course. But aside from him, we were very much on our own. Not like our mother and sister chapters, who had connections with other organizations.
It was good for us to be making allies.
“You staying this time?” York asked.
I wanted to go home.
I wanted to open that phone, then sit on that damn site and wait for Siana to go live again.
And since I couldn’t let myself be that fucking pathetic, I nodded.
“Yeah, might stay for a while.”
A while meant fucking hours and hours since the actual party didn’t start until almost nine that night.
But at least the afternoon was busier as Coast woke up and hydrated then Velle and Levee showed up, and started setting shit up for the party. Putting out coolers, filling them with beer. Making a bar out of some pop up tables. Even setting up a pong table.
Eddie blew in after his shift at the auto shop, coming in with bags of food even though he’d already had the guys pick up shit earlier.
When Eddie cooked—which was always—he went all out.
“My man,” Eddie said when I came back in from the party that was picking up out back. “How are the food levels looking out there?”
“Still pretty full. I think you could call it a day,” I suggested as he rolled more tortillas.
“Gotta get these done, man. The hunnies, they told me that the new hunnie, she won’t eat meat. Can’t have her going hungry,” he said, shrugging. “The crew here from Coral Springs yet?”
“Yeah. But it’s not Creed or his brothers. Didn’t talk to ‘em myself, but they look like prospects.”
“Means this place is gonna be even crazier than usual,” Eddie said.
“Sounds about right,” I agreed, checking my phone.
“What? You heading out?” he asked. “Come on, man. Lots of hunnies to choose from. Don’t remember the last time I saw you with one.”
That was… fair.
“Don’t need a party to pick up a chick,” I said, shrugging. I wasn’t lying per se. But it was damn sure stretching the truth.
Since I clearly hadn’t ‘picked up’ Siana.
The crazy shit was, when I’d started to talk to one of the regular club girls—Ceerie—I almost felt like I was fucking cheating on Siana.