Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

Cole leaned over and pulled the cover back to look at her naked back and ass. She was out cold. “Nice ass. She one of Sonny’s girls?”

“Yup,” was all the answer Green gave as he sat up, swung his legs over the side and rubbed his hand over his face and the dark hair on his head, which was shaved so close, he was nearly bald. His green eyes squinted over Cole to Crash. “You bring coffee?”

“No, we didn’t bring fuckin’ coffee, asshole.” Cole grinned and shook his head at Crash. “You believe this fucker?”

Crash glanced around the trashed bedroom. “Shit, Green, you’re an embarrassment to respectable white trash like us. Christ, every time you move, it’s to a worse dump than the place before. At this rate, you’re gonna be ‘living in a van down by the river’.”

“Fuck off, dickhead.”

Red Dog, Wolf and Cajun apparently heard the joke, because their laughter could be heard coming from the next room. Red Dog yelled down the hall, “You save up your money, Green, and maybe someday you can park a van outside and use it as a guestroom.”

More laughter followed.

“Shut the fuck up, dickhead. Your ol’ lady will be my first guest,” Green hollered back at him.

Red Dog bolted off the barstool, barreling down the hall.

Crash held him back at the doorframe, which wasn’t an easy feat when the man was six-foot-four of angry pissed-off vengeance. His long beard and hair with its tinge of red giving hint to his Viking ancestry.

“Let me at the little fucker!”

“Relax, Dog. He’s too ugly for Mary to touch.”

A half hour later, they rolled into the parking lot of a new strip club called Queen of Hearts. The six bikes parked in a line in front of the doors. Crash threw his leg over his bike and turned to Cole. “So how long’s this place been open?”

“Six weeks,” Wolf replied from his other side.

“Yeah. Six weeks too many according to Mack,” Cole added.

“So what are we here for?” Green asked, yawning.

“Give notice. We either get a shakedown from the new owners or he takes his business elsewhere,” Cole explained. With the MC invested in Sonny’s Gentleman’s Club, Mack wasn’t about to stand for the competition, not unless the MC was getting a piece of the action. To make matters worse, this new place had opened up only a couple of blocks from Sonny’s.

“I hope they push back. I really feel like beating some ass and busting some heads today,” Green grumbled, a hangover headache burning through his skull.

“We’re here to deliver a warning. They get one warning,” Cole clarified.

“Nice and polite like, huh?” Wolf scoffed.

“Right. Then we come back for the beat down,” Red Dog chuckled.

“Fuck. So why am I here?” Green growled.

“Shut the fuck up, and come on. Or don’t you like strip clubs anymore?” Crash asked.

“And who the hell was that sweet piece you had wrapped around you this morning?” Dog asked as they moved toward the door.

“That’s Angeline. One of Sonny’s new girls.”

“They don’t last long before you tap ‘em, do they?” Crash commented.

The corner of Green’s mouth turned up in a cocky grin. “Nope.”

“She any good?” Wolf asked.

“Absolutely. Gives great fuckin’ head, too.”

“Shit! You offerin’ to share?”