Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

“Our prospect did us proud. Beat the crap out of the Dead Souls prospect.”

“Good thing, too. I had fifty bucks on that fight. He lost, I’d have beat the crap out of him.”

Cole smirked. “You’d have had to get in line, brother.”

“I hear that.”

Red Dog jiggled his empty beer in the air, catching Mary’s eye.

“Sorry, I have to go. Herr Fuehrer needs a beer,” Mary said to the girls and stalked off.

“Baby, don’t be like that,” Red Dog called after her, but she’d already disappeared through the crowd.

Turning back to the cage, he grumbled, “Goddamn, I’m sick of being in the dog house.”

“Dog house. That’s funny,” Green chuckled.

“Ha, ha, ha. Shut the fuck up.” Red Dog turned back to other guys.

“What’re you in such a pissy mood for, Dog?” Wolf asked.

“Every time Mary gets pissed, she cuts me off.”

Wolf grinned. “Maybe you’re the only one lonely.”

“What’re you trying to say?”

“If one lawn service isn’t doing the job, you call another.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Wolf shrugged. “Maybe Mary put some more men on the job.”

Dog looked over at Cole. “Did he just insinuate my wife’s fucking around on me?”

Cole tried to hold back a grin. “Well, it was steeped in a hypothetical, but yeah.”

Dog turned back to Wolf. “Well, aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine?”

“I said, maybe,” Wolf clarified.

Red Dog snorted.

“But while we’re on the subject, cupcake, I’m thinkin’ she won’t have any trouble filling the position,” Wolf tormented him with a grin.

“Twist the knife, why don’t ya,” Dog grumbled.

“Don’t listen to him, Dog, he’s a hopeless alcoholic,” Green put in with a laugh.

Wolf leaned around Dog and slugged Green in the chest, right where he’d heard Green had gotten his nipple pierced earlier in the day. “Go get something pierced.”

Green clutched at his chest, doubled over and ambled off with a groaned, “Son-of-a-bitch.”

“Fuck, I

wish you hadn’t said anything,” Red Dog admitted, his head dropping.

Cole chuckled. “Ignorance is bliss for a reason, Dog.”