“Just came to enjoy the view.”
“You think I don’t know another MC when I see one?”
“I’m not wearing my cut,” Drake said.
“Then cover your fucking ink.”
Looking down at his chest, he saw the MC emblem on display. It was small, but anyone who knew the Dirty Fuckers would recognize it. Drake grabbed his shirt, tugging it on.
“You’re not here to start a war?”
“No. The name’s Drake.”
“I’m Knuckles.” He looked past him to Grace. “Your old lady or club whore?”
“Old lady,” Drake said. “We were just enjoying the water, and the sun. We stayed away from the town, and we won’t stay long.”
“Would you like us to leave?” Grace asked, standing up.
Knuckles looked from Drake to Grace.
“Dirty Fuckers are not known for causing trouble. Stick to your spot, and stay away from town. Duke will be in touch with James to let him know he gave you safe passage. Next time, phone ahead. We may even accept you at the clubhouse.”
Drake thanked him. “I didn’t come as a club member, just as a man.”
“Duly noted. Take care.”
Knuckles turned his back, walking away, whistling.
“Is it always like that?” Grace asked.
“Not always. With clubs there can be a lot of tension. There’s a lot of MCs, and quite a few of them fight over turf. Trojans are one of the most feared, but respect them, and they’ll respect you.”
“Did you disrespect them?”
Drake shook his head. “No. I didn’t have my leather cut, nor did I have my bike. All I had was the ink I got when I joined the club. He wouldn’t have known if that wasn’t on show. It also helped that I stayed to my side of town. I didn’t try to push my way through town.”
“I think it’s time we go.”
He didn’t argue, and they packed away their stuff.
Grace flung herself into his arms, and he pressed her against the nearest tree. “I don’t want to go just yet.”
Unable to resist, he moved her costume to one side, shoved his boxer shorts down, and slammed deep inside her. He didn’t bag his cock up, but he didn’t see the point. He may have already gotten her pregnant.
****
Friday night
“It’s not scary,” Teri said.
“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve been to a lot of them.”
“I live for them. You do know the parties are every single night. Drake only suggested Friday night because you’re not working tomorrow.”
“I didn’t know that.” Grace looked out of the diner. “Every single night?”
“If the guys want to party, they drink some beer, eat, and fuck all they want.” Teri popped some gum and finished wiping down the counters. There was a large pot of soup simmering on the stove.