Dash
Itake a seat beside Bishop, turning my glass up and draining the Jack from it. This is not church but more so a gathering to show we’re still honoring the alliance we proposed. It takes a lot of manpower to eliminate a club. We probably could’ve done it alone, but why risk the lives of our members?
With the Eagles, we created an alliance we can use in the future, and we were able to bring down the Souls of Satan with minimal lives lost. In fact, we didn’t lose any guys. They lost two. Sucks for them. But that’s a risk we all take being part of an MC.
“You get your family stuff sorted out?” Bishop asks.
I shrug. “Sometimes there’s just no sorting shit out, you know?”
“Your mom all right?” he asks, knowing what happened when I was a teenager. He also knows I take care of my mom and brother with pretty much every penny I earn.
“That depends. Is she all right if she’s seeing my old man again?”
“No shit?”
“Yep. Jesse said he’s been coming around for months.”
“Damn, I don’t know what to say about that. I guess I lucked out in that department. My parents are still together, and they didn’t flip the fuck out when I joined the Bastards or Davina got knocked up.”
His older sister is the VP of the Harlots. It won’t surprise me if her little boy pledges when he grows up. He’s always at the club, playing around the guys and trying to work on bikes. Pretty sure Mason has a soft spot for him ‘cause he hasn’t run him off yet.
“My old man is a total fuck up, and my mom, although I love her more than anything, lets him get away with it.”
“That explains it,” Bishop replies with a smirk.
“Explains what?”
“Why you have mommy issues.”
I furrow my brow. “I don’t have mommy issues.”
“Men who date older women have mommy issues. It’s that simple.”
“Bullshit,” I deny. “Besides, I’m not dating anyone.”
“That’s only because she keeps turning you down. Maybe I should give her an offer. See if she takes it.”
A low growl emits from deep within my throat. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Oooh, maybe she finally gave in. That older pussy got your cock all in a twist?”
“I’m done with this conversation. You know, for someone who doesn’t talk much, you have a lot of bullshit to say.”
I get up, Bishop laughing as I walk away. Screw him. I don’t get it. Peppermint is not that much older than me. Besides, when you’ve been through the shit I have, it ages you. You grow up a hell of a lot faster than you’re supposed to.
“Hey, boy, tell the waitress we need more drinks.”
For a moment, I don’t realize the Eagle is talking to me. Then it dawns on me. He’s looking dead at me. Boy? Fuck that. I earned my damn patch. I’m not a prospect anymore, running errands and fixing drinks.
“Who the fuck you calling boy?”
Mason is quick to intervene. “He’s a patched member, Owen. Respect my men, we’ll respect yours.”
The fucking Eagles president. Prick. The alliance is the only reason they’re even welcome here. I’m quickly starting to think that was a mistake. The job we needed them for is over. We should cut ties now. Especially since that asshole is still looking at me, expecting me to bring more drinks.