“I’m working on her,” was my half-truth answer.
“She hot?” Coyote was my boy, so he knew he was trying to put me on blast.
“Shut up, man.”
The crew cracked up at my discomfort. If only they knew she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Hawk tapped the table, he seemed lost in thought. “I’m pretty sure the Biloxi casino is owned by another MC. We’ll look into it.”
“Okay. I’ll do my part at the casino end,” I replied.
“Good plan guys. That’s the meeting done, till next time,” Bones added wrapping it up.
Another motorcycle club, what the hell?