Teller
“You’re not makingme wear a suit for this, are you?” Murphy asks.
“To visit the funeral home?” Rock asks. “No. Wear your cut. He knows who’s investing in his place.”
“He’s okay with his friendly neighborhood MC taking over?”
I flick my gaze at Rock, who answers. “His father knew Ulfric and Whisper back in the day. He doesn’t have the usual civilian fears.”
Murphy grunts and adjusts his cut, stopping to peer in the mirror over the bar and run his hands over his beard and through his hair.
“Why are you primping?” I ask.
He slowly turns and fixes me with an incredulous stare. “This is a business meeting, no?”
My lips curl into a smirk. “Aw, did you want to wear a suit?”
“Fuck off,” he growls, stomping out of the clubhouse.
I’m still laughing when Rock slaps my arm. “Not today, knucklehead.”
“What? He knows I’m messing with him.”
“Let’s go.” He gestures toward the door. “Unless you want to fuck around some more. This is your deal, right?”
“Fine.” I hold up my hands. “I’m going.”
Murphy’s already in the garage, checking over his bike.
“You don’t want to take the cage?” Rock asks. “So we can discuss a plan?”
“We need a plan for this?” Murphy stands and wipes his hands off with a rag. He points to the overcast sky with hints of sun peeking from behind fluffy gray clouds. “We were caged in all winter. It’s halfway decent weather today.”
“Good point.”
“You fix that leak?” I ask Murphy.
“Coolant cap was loose. Should be good to go now.”
Rock grunts but holds in his thoughts on the V-Rod. It’s not like Murphy doesn’t have other rides to choose from. “Why not take your flashy Road Glide?”
“Nah, I’m not sure Slater County deserves to see it yet.”
Rock sighs and aims his impatient president face at us. “Can we move along?”
Rooster and Jigsaw’s bikes rumble into the parking lot, putting an end to our fucking around. They stop at the far end of the garage. Rock’s boots crunch over the gravel as he pivots in their direction.
For fuck’s sake, Rock. Who’s causing delays now?
Murphy smirks at me as if he’s thinking the same thing. But we wander over to join the chat.
“Hey, brother.” Rooster pulls me in and slaps my back. “Supposed to meet Z. He here yet?”
Rock tilts his head toward the woods. “At my house with the Hope, Lilly, and the kids.” He lifts his chin at Jigsaw. “Z looking for you too?”
“Nah, I just tagged along.” He slaps Rooster’s shoulder. “Don’t like my boy riding alone.”
Rooster rolls his eyes.