Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 25
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Mad Dog
Fuck, this day had been long. Hoss and I had bid on three big jobs which would bring in good money if we won the bids. I barely had enough time to grab a shower before I was to meet with Seer, Blood and Viper. I stripped fast, jumped into the shower, letting the massaging shower heads relax my body as I washed off. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, thankful that I didn't have to worry about messing with hair.
Not long after Beth died, I started shaving my head. She’d used to love running her fingers through my hair and I had loved lying with my head in her lap while she did it. The first month after she died, every time I’d put my hands in my hair it brought Beth to mind any time I did anything with it, whether it was washing it or drying it. The pain of her being gone would hit me deep in the gut again and throw me right back to the day I was told she was gone. Several years ago, I had thought briefly about letting it grow out, but while the pain of losing her was gone, it had been our thing and I couldn’t bring myself to let it grow.
After I got dressed, I made my way downstairs. I went behind the bar and grabbed a beer, ran into the kitchen and found a sandwich in the fridge, grabbed it and made my way down the hall to my office. Hoss and I hadn't had time to stop for lunch and I was fucking hungry. This would tide me over until after Church. When I walked into my office, I saw that I was the last one in, so I shut the door behind me.
Once I was in my seat, I opened the beer, took a long drink then unwrapped my sandwich and took a big bite. I glanced at the guys to see them all grinning at me. Whatever. I was starving so they could wait two minutes for me to scarf down the food.
“Hungry there, Prez?” Seer murmured.
I glared at him as I stuffed another bite into my mouth.
“Apparently so,” said Blood.
I cut my eyes at him and glowered.
After I swallowed my bite, I asked, “You motherfuckers get to eat lunch?” Then shoved another bite in my mouth.
Three heads nodded at me. Yeah, so they weren't fucking hungry. They could wait for my ass to get through. I took a long drink, then shoved the last bite into my mouth. They all watched me like I was the most entertaining thing they had ever seen. Assholes. After I swallowed, I chugged down the rest of my beer and belched because I had eaten so damn fast. Snickers floated on the air from the three men who thought I was amusing.
“Well, I haven't had anything since six this morning and I was fucking starving.”
As they all tilted their heads at me, I settled into my chair and got comfortable.
“I don’t really have much to say, I mainly wanted to ask Viper if he is really okay with being on this committee.”
Viper nodded, “Yeah, I’m good, Dog. Happy to help. Not sure Cueball was right about what all he said, but I'm here for whatever is needed.”
Damn, he was a humble man. The world could use more men like him.
“Brother, every word Cue spoke is true,” I replied.
“Agreed,” Seer said. “Don't sell yourself short, Viper. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were those things. I don't think it took Blood long to realize it either.”
Blood lifted his chin, silently agreeing with Seer. He wasn't the real talkative type. He's always been quiet and observative, even as a kid.
“How do you usually vet girls here?” Viper asked.
“Well, we'll bring them in one at a time and basically interview them like they are applying for a job, which in a way they are. So, whatever questions you may have, I want you to ask. You might think of something that we forget.
“We also do a background check on them. I don't want any girls with trouble at their door coming into the club. That's all we would need is for a junkie, prostitute, girl with a boyfriend, irate parents, whatever it may be, to end up being a club girl. We don't need that shit here.”
Viper inclined his head and acted like he was going to speak, then didn't.
“Come on, Brother. What did I tell you about that shit? If you have a question, ask. You're not gonna offend anyone here,” I commented as I gazed at him.
“Is that all you do when deciding who will make it or who won't?”
“Not sure what you are meaning. Once we decide on a girl, we give her a trial period to see if she is going to fit in. To make sure she isn't just trying to get an Old Man. She also has to prove she will fuck any of the men. If she doesn't want to fuck, say Seer or Tater, then she's shown the door.”
I could tell this hadn't completely answered his question.
“What else you wondering, Vip?”
He grimaced, then began, “At SoS, they usually made a girl pull a train in order to be a club girl. Wasn't ever real fond of that approach, and needless to say, I never participated in it.”
“Damn, sounds like half that MC was full of the scum of the earth,” Seer spit out.
“You have no idea, Brother. None. Most could barely be classified as men,” he uttered.
I shook my head. The more I learned about the man, the more I admired him. How he had lived with that shit for over twenty years and not become