Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Again, Stitch’s answer wasn’t surprising. “And if they don’t keep it shut?”
“Then we shut it for ‘em.”
“What kinda fix they lookin’ to get?”
When the biker spun around, Decker almost plowed into him. He slammed on his own brakes just in time to avoid the collision. “Askin’ a fuckuva lotta questions. Best to keep your mouth shut, too. Don’t take much to strip you of that prospect rocker. Just do what you’re fuckin’ told. That’s it.”
Decker extended both open palms to reassure him. “Got it. Ain’t here to cause any trouble. Just tryin’ to figure out what I need to do to get a fuckin’ blowjob.” He added on a grin.
Stitch stared at him for a few seconds, then gave him a single, sharp nod and continued on.
Decker watched Stitch’s retreating back for a moment more, then followed him again. Two closed doors sat opposite each other in the short hallway before it opened up to a longer corridor that ran perpendicular to the hallway they just stepped out from.
“What’s this?” It seemed to be a new pole building attached to the rear of the former gas station. Besides the two enclosed rooms they passed, the rest of the addition was still under construction and didn’t have any insulation or drywall yet. Or really, much of anything, except for framing, electricity and plumbing.
But before Stitch could answer, another biker joined them. Decker knew who he was immediately by the way he carried himself.
As soon as he read the man’s name on his patch, Decker was proven right.
“Got it from here, brother,” Wolf told Stitch, whacking him on the back harder than necessary.
Stitch gave Wolf a chin lift and, without another word, disappeared the way they came, leaving Decker alone with the “leader” of the Uniontown chapter.
Decker had no idea if there was an official title for that top spot or not. In his head, he’d think of Wolf as “DIC,” Demon in Charge.
With hands planted on his hips, Wolf squared off with him. “Hatchet.”
“That’s right.”
“Wasn’t a fuckin’ question. Didn’t need a damn answer. Was there last night for the vote.”
Decker played it safe, kept his mouth shut and figured he’d also play it smart and wait for a question before opening it again.
“I’m in fuckin’ charge here and wanna make some things clear. You ain’t one of us. You ain’t gonna be one of us ’til we see if you can hack it. You can’t,” Wolf shrugged, “ain’t no fuckin’ loss.”
For fuck’s sake, wasn’t he friendly. That wasn’t a question, either.
“Bein’ a Demon ain’t part-time shit. Only for when you’re bored.” Wolf jabbed his finger toward the bare concrete floor. “This is a goddamn life, ain’t a fuckin’ hobby. You eat and breathe bein’ a Demon, no exception. Gonna be shit you ain’t gonna wanna do, but you’re gonna do it, no exception. You don’t like that, you can find your fuckin’ way back out the door. You willin’ to do what you’re told, then you’ll make it another day. In the time you prospect, we’re both gonna figure out whether you’re worthy enough to wear our colors. You ain’t gettin’ anythin’ easy in this life. And by this life, I mean our fuckin’ world. You gotta earn it. You gotta earn your rockers, no exceptions. Once you do that, you earn votin’ privileges and a say. ’Til then, keep your head down and your fuckin’ mouth shut. Got it?”
“Willin’ to do whatever’s necessary to earn my rockers.”
“That’s what we wanna hear. Now… got questions?”
He circled his finger around in the air. “What’s this gonna be back here?”
To Decker, the framed walls looked like cells lining the back of the building. Six small rooms to be exact, divided by a door in the center. That door either led to another section of the building or straight outside.
“Quarters.”
“Like rooms?”
“Yeah. This way someone’s always here watchin’ over shit.”
To see what excuse Wolf would give, he was tempted to ask why it was important for someone to always be on the property. But since he already knew that answer and this was his first day as a prospect, he didn’t want to raise any suspicions by being too nosy. Instead he asked, “Gonna be a requirement for me to stay here as a prospect?”
“Depends. Patched members get to claim ‘em first. Any left will be for prospects ‘cause we wanna keep ‘em full.”
Fuck. He needed to nip the idea of him living on the property in the bud right away. “Got a kid.” He hated to bring up Val but she was also a good excuse to try to get out of some shit. Like living behind a damn gas station with a bunch of outlaw bikers.
He’d only need to stay fuzzy with the details. Or change them to protect the innocent.
“Your kid got a mother?”