Tiny turned back to the boys. “Anything looks halfway suspicious, I want to know about it. The shit just hit the fan. It’s about to get a lot messier before this over. These guys don’t want to be exposed for the sick fucks they are. But they messed with the wrong people. I know you’ve been waiting patiently for a change to get revenge for that setup with the Russians. I haven’t forgotten by a long shot. We’re doing this legit to take the heat off Mayhem. Let’s not forget we have friends in many places.”
Hawk nodded his head. The Lords were going to order a hit on them after shit settled down.
“They’ll pay for their transgressions with blood and go down begging for mercy, my brothers.” A roar rippled through the crowd. Men stomped their feet in approval. Tiny lifted his hand. The noise stopped. “We’re all on the same page, so I’m going to dismiss you. Go have fun and enjoy your freedom while you can. Because when I call you to go to war, I want you ready to be in the trenches.”
“Yes, Pres.” The unanimous response made Hawk damn proud. They had a good group here. After weeding out the weak and disloyal over the years, he trusted every of these men to have his back, barring prospects. They still had to prove themselves. It was just a part of how shit went. None were allowed inside church, unless they were doing something special for the brothers, like the boys they had in bed with Angels of Death. If they played their cards right, two cuts with patches would be waiting for them after this.
“All right boys, church is over. Get the fuck out of here. I know I will.” They all stood and began to flood out the door as Hawk turned to Tiny. “You think I should tell Ariel? You know we aren’t going to let her go by her place.”
“I wouldn’t jeopardize the trust between you two. Seems like shit is going better than okay right now.” The curiosity in Tiny’s gaze made Hawk laugh.
“Yeah, you could say that. When she’s not giving me hell, we get along.”
“Long as she keeps her act right in front of people.” Tiny paused. “Besides, I think you like that shit.”
“Maybe so.”
“So yes.” Tiny snorted.
“Asshole,” Hawk said.
Tiny laughed. “Eh, you got incoming. I’m going to find myself a drink or two. Pregnant bitches are crazy.”
Hawk laughed. “This from Mr. It’s Time to Start on the Next Generation.”
“That shit might be true, but I forgot about this stage. You know Katie’s grown. It’s been a long time since I had to deal with this shit. I think I blocked it out.”
“Probably ’cause her mother is a raving bitch.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Plus I was young then. I had more patience, I think.” Tiny shook his head. “Anyways, drinks for me.” Tiny walked out the door and Hawk turned to meet Rayen’s cautious gaze.
“What’s up, brother?” Hawk said.
Rayen shrugged. “It’s weird being back, seeing everyone.” He shook his head. “I don’t know man. So many new faces and changes.”
“All for the better,” Hawk said, studying him carefully. “You solid?”
“Yeah, just weirded the fuck out.” Rayen shook his head. “They try to prepare you for the outside, but after having someone to tell you what to do every minute of the day for the past seven years… It feels wrong to make all my own decisions.”
“Hey, we’re all here for you. Come on, I think you need to relax, and I know just the woman to do it.” Hawk wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulder, ignoring the slight tension in his muscles, and led him from the room. He scanned the crowded clubhouse and grinned when his eyes rested on Fancy. Pretty, funny and flexible as shit, she’d loosen his brother up with a gentle touch.
“Fance, I need you over here for a minute,” Hawk said.
Fancy glanced up and grinned. “On my way! Sorry, ladies.” She waved at Star and Jewel, switching her way across the room. Hawk bit back a laugh. Star and Jewel had been around the clubhouse for a long time, and all but worn out their welcome. They’d probably be gone if they had somewhere else to go. Ten years of hard living hadn’t left them in any shape to get back on the strip club stage, and some of the older men had a soft spot for them. It didn’t stop them from hating on the younger girls like Fancy.
“What can I do for you, V.P.?” she said popping the last letter.
“My brother here, Rayen, needs to lighten up. I know of a few women here who could offer
up such a fun time.”
“Well I’m flattered, Hawk. I’ll do your boy right. What’s a matter sweetheart, cat got your tongue?” Fancy said.
“Been a long time since I saw anyone as pretty as you,” Rayen whispered.
“Oh, I like him.” Fancy grinned and took his hand. “Come on, handsome, show me your room.”
Hawk clamped his brother on the back and laughed as he walked away with the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face.