I open the driver’s side door of Tina’s car and can’t help but smile watching her get out. She’s got a pair of dark jeans on that hug her ass. “I have to warn you. Gramps can be a bit of a dick.”

“I can handle a dick.” She smirks at me and leans in close enough that it’d be easy to kiss her right now.

“Oh yeah. You think so? I’ve got nine inches between my legs. Think you could handle that.”

“I uh…”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry. We’ll work up to that.”

“Who’s the broad?” Gramps crows before she can respond, puffing a pipe, and placing it on his small table. “Better not be one of those club sluts here to prance around in nothing hoping to seduce me out of my social security check.”

I look to Tina and she is biting back a giggle. “No. You crazy old coot. She’s a friend. Not a club girl. I brought her over hoping you’d get along good enough to let her do some of your laundry. Cook you a meal and pick up your prescriptions.”

“I could drive myself if that bitch Judge Nelson hadn’t revoked my license.”

“You can hardly see to hit the toilet when you piss. And you drove through the front window of the bank. You nearly ran over the second-grade class that was there on a field trip.”

“That’s how you remember it,” he grumbles and grabs his cane. “Well you gonna introduce us or not,” he rumbles and moves to stand.

“You don’t have to get up for me. Um, my name’s Tina.”

“I knew a Tina once. Didn’t like her. What are you doing hanging around this miscreant?”

“He seems like a nice guy.”

“I guess if my Greggie likes you, I’ll give you a shot.” Gramps clicks his tongue and Rufus follows him i

nside.

“Greggie?” Tina looks at me and I scowl.

“No one calls me that but Willard there.”

“So how did you go from Greggie to Vegas?”

“I’ll tell you if you agree to have dinner with me when I get back this evening.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Got club business to attend to. There’s a list of rules in my bedroom, bottom drawer of the dresser. I have to keep it hidden from the old coot. Don’t let him lie to you about liquor. He can’t have any. He’s a recovering alcoholic. And trust me, you don’t want to know what the man can be like after knocking back a few.”

“What are the hours?”

“Well you start now. I should be back by six. Good luck.” I shoot her a wink and climb back on my motorcycle.

I ride out to meet up with Dutch and Saw to head over to The Teardrop, a bar the club took over a few towns over. I got a text from Dutch. One of the girls called and said the doors were locked and Billy Jack didn’t show to open. Fucker probably got wasted and overslept.

We get to the club and Darlene is waiting for us leaned up against her rusting 81’ Camaro that’s seen better years. “Hey, boys.” She flicks her cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with the toe of her hot pink high heel.

“Hey, Dar.” I nod.

“Isn’t that Billy Jack’s truck at the end of the lot?” Dutch questions.

“Looks like it,” Saw answers him.

I grunt. “Shit. We better take a look. Stay here, Dar.” She nods and lights up another cigarette. I walk toward to the red Chevy pickup with Saw and Dutch. The driver’s side door is ajar, and the window is down. The fat fuck is slumped over in his seat. “Wake up.” I bang on the hood, but he doesn’t budge. Fuck. Fucking hell.

“Is he breathing?” Dutch leans his head through the window and pokes him. The fat bastard fucking farts and Dutch jumps back banging his head in the process while gagging. “Godddamn, son. Holy fucking hell. My nose hair is on fire.” He’s making a fuss as Billy Jack raises up to a sitting position rubbing his eyes.

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