Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I’m not a fussy guy and have no problem taking whatever food they have left, so mashed potatoes and slow cooked pork it is with a random side of fried egg. I like to get my protein in, and if I get my way, I’ll need the energy tonight.
Clyde did kind of suggest he wants to kill me, but I prefer to assume he just needs an excuse to see me. After all, there was such urgency to his message. He doesn’t even want to wait until tomorrow. If he doesn’t fuck around, does it mean I’ll be his first?
My lips stretch into a silly grin at the very thought, and I’m buzzing with excitement. I know so little about him, and I can’t wait to amend that. Is he a hateful shit? Yes, but he’s also hot as fuck, horny for me, and will keep a secret. That’s good enough for me.
“Road!” Harvey roars at me from the doorway of the canteen and I groan to myself, because this doesn’t sound good at all, and I’m only halfway through my potatoes.
Harvey is as ginger as his son, Rooster, and while he’s in his early fifties, he’s the oldest member of our club. With his skinny legs and massive arms, he reminds me a bit of Popeye, though he’s not half as funny.
“What’s up?” I ask as the music grows louder to signal that everyone is expected to leave within half an hour, so the team on duty can clean up. I used to do that the year after I moved here. I was a scrawny kid back then, underweight, without a single dollar to my name, but the Vulture Hollow MC and the community they built gave me a chance—food, a bed to sleep in, and a way to earn my keep. They didn’t even alert anyone about the unaccompanied teen they’d found by the side of the road to get rid of the problem.
I very quickly understood that they’re good people as long as you follow the rules, and that being here might be a chance to turn my life around. Been trying not to fuck it up ever since.
“What’s up?” Harvey repeats, approaching me so red in the face his freckles seem to disappear. “You fucked up our truce! I couldn’t be there yesterday, because, guess what, my daughter has a newborn, and I can’t just fuck around at a rally. And now I’m hearing you got in a fight with the Butchers for no goddamn reason?” By this point, he’s yelling, and some of the adults are ushering the kids out.
I don’t mind being a spectacle, but that doesn’t mean it’s fine that he’s confronting me with lies. “What are you even talking about? Sit down,” I say just as loudly and stuff the pork in my mouth.
Harvey’s nostrils flare, and he slams his hands on the table, making my glass of soda rattle. I grab it before it can tip over.
“Calling the prez’s nephew a faggot? You think they’re gonna let that go?” Harvey stands by my table, but doesn’t dare touch me. Yet. I’ve got my eye on him. There’s a reason I’m the enforcer, and most members won’t fuck with me. Problem is, there are times when they’d rather I was better at enforcing correct behavior in myself.
Always the struggle.
“The only person who said that word was Clyde,” I say, even though I did imply he likes dick. Potayto-potahto. “And it was just a scuffle between me and Clyde. Each of us threw a punch and that was that,” I say and hum, because the meat sauce is real good today.
“Why are you after him at all? Wasn’t months of recovery enough for you? Some of us have families and rather like the peace and quiet.” He stands over me like he’s my dad, and when he shoves my plate, it’s really starting to fucking grate on me. There’s a reason I’ve been chosen for my role in the club, and it’s not ‘cause I’m a nice guy. It’s because I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.
I rise, not even bothering to be quick about it. I’m taller than him, younger, faster, stronger, and definitely more vicious. Both he and I know that, and unlike him, I don’t have anything to lose. “Bastard looked at me funny”—technically true—“I don't like when that happens. And you know who’s looking at me funny now?” I ask, meeting his gaze.
Harvey huffs, balls his fists, but takes half a step back. “So you just gonna risk it all because of that?” he asks, and I appreciate that he’s not raising his voice anymore. “Clyde is dangerous. You may be bigger than him, but their club has several chapters. If he holds a grudge, he’ll find a way to stab you in the back.”