Chapter 5
Maverick
It’s a typical Friday night at the clubhouse. We are keeping it light since Scar’s coming home party is tomorrow night. Scar did six months in the slammer. He was charged with aggravated assault when he beat the shit out of the cashier at AutoZone. Not one of his finest moments, but we always throw a party if a brother gets out of jail.
“Hey Maverick.” Chasity swings a long leg over my lap and straddles me while I sit on the couch.
“Chasity.” I tip up my beer bottle to finish it off.
She runs her hands up my chest and leans in close to whisper in my ear. Chasity is always laying it on thick. She wants me to make her my old lady and that shit ain't happening. She knows it. I’ve told her countless times. Widow eyes me as she starts to lick a trail up my neck. I reach for my cigarettes, not paying her any attention. I’m all about a woman going after what she wants, but Chasity has been tip toeing desperate here lately and it’s fucking annoying.
I light one up. “Got to my room Chasity. I’ll be up there in a minute.”
She smiles and practically purrs as she sways up the stairs. I sigh and rub my eyes with my palms.
“You know she ain’t gonna let up.” Widow kicks his boot up over his knee.
Widow is one of my closest friends. We grew up together. Even though he’s got a few years on me, we’ve been close since we were kids. He had a shitty home life. When dad and I took him home one day, my dad took one look at his run down trailer and that was all it took. Widow spent a lot of nights on our couch. It was better than watching his deadbeat mother shoot heroin through her veins.
I tilt my head back, leaning it against the cushion as I blow smoke from my lips.
Romeo walks by, dragging Violet by the hand.
“Prez.” He winks.
I nod as Violet giggles.
“Shit looks like everyone’s getting lucky tonight. I better grab one before they're all gone.” Buck stands and stretches as he looks over at some of the club girls at the bar.
The music is loud, and smoke fills the clubhouse as I get up and strut to the bar. Dice pops the top and slides me a beer.
“Zeke.” I hear my mom’s voice.
She and my dad were the only people who ever called me by my real name. Zeke LeBlanc. Dani does every now and then, but being eleven years younger than me, most people started calling me Maverick by the time she was learning to talk.
“Yeah Mom?” I turn as she steps up and plants a kiss on my cheek.
“Prez.” A brown head slides up under my arm.
“Dani.” I smile and hug my sister back.
Her arms drop and her head turns. Dom stomps down the stairs, zipping up his jeans as Jazmine stumbles behind him.
“Gerry, looking lovely tonight.” Dom leans in and hugs my mom as she beams from ear to ear.
When Dom rolled into town all those years ago, my mom stepped in and over time became his mom too. He didn’t like to talk much about his parents, but he didn't have to. I could tell he would rather leave that shit in the past.
Dani rolls her eyes and pulls away from me.
“I’m going to the car, mom,” she says as she twirls a pink strand of hair with her fingers.
“Daniella,” Dom mumbles as he passes her.
She ignores him and he smirks, continuing their typical banter that has been in existence for the last ten years.
“I’m taking your sister home. We will be back for the party.” She picks up her purse. “I’ll start cooking early so no lingering in the kitchen.”
“Yes ma’am,” I called out as she walked to the door.