Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Yeah. They come down that mountain every once in a while. When it suits them. And when they gotta visit me.”
Trip’s ears perked. “You?”
“Deke and me deal with ‘em on a regular basis. Every time they get pinched and need bail money.”
“They pay their bond?”
“Yeah, but with them, I only deal in the green shit and I check to make sure it’s real. They’re good at fakin’ checks and money orders.”
“The reason they get their vehicles repo’d.”
“Right. One of the many reasons they end up arrested, too. They also love to sue and tie up the courts. They sue everyone. The town, the PD, whoever and whenever. Just to be a pain in the fuckin’ ass.”
“They sue you?”
“Fuck no. Nobody else will bond their inbred asses out.” Judge tapped his temple. “Learned my lesson about ‘em real quick and now know how to handle ‘em. They make me a fuckton of scratch.” He sat back in the plastic chair, causing it to complain as he crossed his thick, tattooed arms over his chest and stretched out his long legs under the table. “We all call them the Shirley Clan. Clan should probably start with a K instead of a C, but doubt they got a sheet up in that compound white enough to make a hood out of. But you can’t always tell the supremacists anymore since some are no longer hidin’. Bold motherfuckers. Those fools call themselves the Guardians of Freedom.” Judge snorted and shook his head. “Guardians of fuckin’ freedom. Guardians of their sister-cousins and brother-uncles more like it. Surprised some of ‘em don’t have three legs and one eye. Though, maybe some of ‘em do and they just don’t let ‘em off the mountain. Probably keep ‘em in cages and feed ‘em raw meat.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
Judge’s booming laughter filled the room again and everyone’s head swiveled toward him, including the screws who wore frowns. Fuck ‘em.
“Hope not. But anything’s possible with those fuckers. Plan on ‘em suin’ your ass if you successfully repo any of their wheels. Might wanna think about puttin’ a lawyer on retainer. Couldn’t hurt between the Fury and the repo business.”
“And the bar.”
Judge tipped his head and his green eyes narrowed. “Yeah. And the bar. Speakin’ of, what’s goin’ on with you and Stella?”
A buzz sounded, the door opened, and a line of inmates walked in, interrupting their conversation. He had no idea what Rook looked like since he hadn’t seen him since the guy was about twelve. He was three years younger than Trip, but he’d still hung around Sig, Judge and him whenever he got a chance.
It didn’t take long to identify him, though, since he was the last man standing. All the other inmates had found their family or friends and had settled into seats.
“Jesus fuck,” Rook muttered, shaking his head, as he moved towards them. “Was hoping to see some pretty pussy sittin’ at my table, not your ugly mugs. How’s that gonna help my wet dreams?”
Trip watched Rook carefully as he settled in the chair across from him and Judge. He took the same stance as Judge. Leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and his legs stretched out.
“It’s been a while,” Rook said to Judge. “I’d shake your fuckin’ hand but don’t wanna get my knuckles rapped with a ruler by the line of ugly nuns against the wall. They frown when it comes to contact. Even when you try to hug it out with ‘em.”
Trip dropped his head and laughed. When he lifted it, he said, “Never tried to hug it out with any of those assholes. If I did, they wouldn’t have been breathin’ afterward.”
Rook grinned. “Besides fantasizin’ about pussy in here, I dream about chokin’ some of those rude motherfuckers out, too. Gettin’ out soon, so need to be an angel ‘til that happens.” He turned to Judge. “So, what’s up with you, fucker? Don’t owe you shit on my bond, right?”
“No,” Judge answered. “We’re square.”
Rook nodded. “Good. Then why you here?”
“You know why we’re here,” Trip answered him. Rook had to add him and Judge to his visitor’s list, so he knew exactly why they were there.
Rook scraped a hand down his bearded jaw. “Yeah. Talked to Cage. He mentioned you were back in town and raisin’ the Fury. Also said Dad’s takin’ the VP spot ‘til Sig rolls back into town.”
Judge snorted and shook his head. “Trip might be waitin’ a while for that and doubt Dutch wants to wait that long.”
Rook tipped his head to the side and met Trip’s eyes. “Right. So, you’re here to offer it to me.”
Fuck. “Here to offer you a place to land when you get out.”
Rook cocked an eyebrow. “Got a place with Dutch. Job, roof over my head, my sled. What more do I need besides booze and babes?”