“She your old lady?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll keep my manwhore eyes on her, fuck you very much.”
If I was able to slice through his skull with my eyeballs, I would have done it right that instant. Fucker might have a grotesque mark on his face, but the ladies loved him. It was like that scar was a fucking chick magnet.
“She ride with anyone?” Granite placed his arm around Alyx’s shoulders.
“She says she doesn’t.”
“A woman as fine looking as her?” Manic chimed in. “I find that hard to believe. If she’s not riding with anyone, she has to be fender-fluff.”
“Do youwanta piece of glass in your eye?”
Manic smirked all open mouthed while chewing on some peanuts, and Dutch slapped him on the head. “Stop fucking with the guy, would ya?”
I settled in my seat, throwing warning glares in Manic’s direction every ten seconds. The annoying-as-fuck smirk remained on his face, making it clear his new goal for today was to piss me off.
“It’s been weeks,” I said to Granite. “When is Ink going to start joining the club on rides?”
“The man’s a little preoccupied, with Neon’s rehabilitation and all.”
“That guy does not catch a clue, does he? Neon doesn’t want him.”
Alyx reached for her drink. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“What? The woman has been begging him to leave her the fuck alone for weeks now.”
“Yeah, but I get the feeling it’s like this inside game between them.”
“Like what? He chases her like a dog with his tail between his legs, and she kicks him in the balls every time?”
Alyx chuckled. “Something like that.”
“Fucking masochist, if you ask me.”
Manic slammed his empty beer bottle on the table and whistled to a waitress for a refill before turning his attention back to me. “So, Onyx. You decided whether you’ll be the new boss yet?”
With a snarl, I kicked my boot into his shin. “Shut the fuck up.”
“What? Everyone here’s thinking it. I’m just the only one with the balls to ask.”
Alyx got up from her seat, shooting us a knowing smile. “I need to use the restroom.”
Granite’s old lady caught on quick, knowing we didn’t discuss crew matters in front of women…until Manic.
“Dude, seriously?” I stared at him in disbelief.
“Onyx is right. No talking shit in front of the ladies.”
Manic held his hand up in surrender. “My bad. But I’m serious, though. Onyx, what’s your deal, man?”
I chugged down the rest of my beer, and the waitress came around just in time for me to place the empty bottle on her tray. “Can a guy not get drunk in peace without discussing crew shit?”
“Nope.”
“You’re lucky I actually like you, or I’d be wiping that smirk off your face with my fist.”