We all walked down to the target together. Kev’s mark was circled in red and just on the edge of the black center circle.
“Fuck me,” Optimus groaned.
I smirked and gave him a pat on the shoulder when I saw the other bullet hole. Straight through the damn center of the circle. I bet if we measured that shit it would be fucking perfect.
“Where’d you find this fucker?” Optimus said with a huff.
“Rifle is an ex-army sniper. Three tours.”
“Hustled! Hustled in my own damn club grounds.”
I laughed. “How’s that saying go about the better man winning?”
He shoved me and we all headed back to the other end of the range where we spent over an hour competing with each other.
When lunch was called we headed inside the clubhouse. My stomach now aching for food as I hadn’t eaten since one of the club girls cooked us all breakfast at too-fucking-early o’clock this morning before we headed out. Just as we stepped inside the door, Optimus pulled a ringing cell phone from his pocket.
“Harmony.” I watched as he listened for a minute, his face growing increasingly redder with anger. I followed him as he stormed off to the back of the clubhouse and into what I assumed was his office.
“Give the mother-fucker the phone,” he roared. I shut the door behind us and took a seat on the arm of a chair, curious about what was going on. There was a moment of silence as I watched my Brother sizzle. “Listen here shit-for-brains. Those two girls in front of you, they fucking belong to me. Do you know who I am, asshole? I am the mother-fuckingpresidentof the mother-fuckingBrothers by Blood!Now back your pansy fucking ass away from my damn girls. You get me, limp dick?”
I choked on a laugh.
Optimus waited a moment before pulling his phone from his ear and checking the screen. “Bastard hung up on me.”
“You think you got enough insults in there?”
“Shut the fuck up, Knight Rider,” he shot, storming out of the room mumbling something about some guy hitting on his girls. Ah, these few days were going to be interesting for sure.