Sinner's Steel (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #3)(69)
“Ewwwww. That’s gross.” Ty broke away and ran down the hallway, pulling up short when a biker with a thick, matted gray beard stepped out of a side room, filling the hallway with his bulk.
“Hey kid.”
“Mom.” Ty took one step back, and then another. Evie broke away from Zane, and put a hand on his head. “It’s okay.”
“This is Shaggy,” Tank said, coming to the rescue. “He’s the oldest member of the club and he hasn’t washed his beard in twenty years.”
Ty gave him an appraising look. “Cool.”
“Kid thinks I’m cool.” Shaggy snorted a laugh. “Now I’m not gonna wash it for another twenty years.”
“You’re not gonna live another f*cking twenty years, old-timer.” Tank ushered Ty into the living area. “That’s why T-Rex and I both got seats on the executive board. We’re waiting for you to kick the shit bucket.”
“I’ll kick your ass, junior patch, how about that for some damn kicking?”
“Mom, can I go get the swear jar?” Ty turned to Evie, his eyes wide. “We’re going to be rich!”
*
Zane left Evie and Ty with Tank and headed for the kitchen. Jagger had called an emergency board meeting for tomorrow morning, but Zane couldn’t wait that long. He wanted Viper dead. And he wanted it done tonight.
“We were waiting for you.” Cade waved him in and held up a beer. Zane shook his head. He had only just started coming down from the adrenaline rush of the afternoon, and a beer would knock him out.
Gunner, Sparky and Jagger had already cracked open a couple of cold ones and lounged on the wooden chairs in the country-style kitchen, the only room in the clubhouse that hadn’t undergone a significant renovation.
“I put twenty on you showing up in fifteen minutes.” Sparky twisted the top off his beer. “Jagger had his money on five. Cade on ten. Gunner didn’t buy in because he spent all his money at Peelers.”
“Pay up.” Jagger waved his arm vaguely around the room. “I need all the cash I can get. Arianne runs through ammo like civilian ladies run through shoes.”
Zane leaned against the wall as money was exchanged, too wound up to sit. Hell, he couldn’t even handle a beer. He wanted Evie upstairs, in his bed, safe and in his arms. Maybe then his rage would subside.
“Viper dies tonight,” he blurted out. “I’m heading out. With or without the club.”
Jagger raised an eyebrow and took a long, slow drink. “I’ll let that one slide because I know you’ve just been through f*cking hell. Going after Viper alone is a suicide mission. We’ve got Mario undercover in the Black Jack clubhouse now and he says Viper’s doing a meet at the Riverside Bar tomorrow night. We’ll do a double strike. Half the brothers will go for T-Rex because security will be light with Viper gone. The other half will go to Riverside. Benson’s gonna keep the cops off our back until it’s done.” He placed the beer carefully on the table. “I expect you to be there. If you go off tonight and get yourself killed, I will chase you down in the afterlife and hell will seem like f*cking heaven when I’m done with you.”
“You always were a goddamn bastard.”
“You saved my life more times than I can count,” Jaggers said. “I’m just returning the favor.” He lifted his beer again, tipped the bottle in salute. “Now go see your woman and your son. They need you more than I need to look at your ugly face.”
“He’s not that ugly,” Gunner mused. “Actually with those fine cheekbones and that long hair, he’s kinda pretty. And ever since he met Evie, his eyes have that special glow.” He batted his eyelashes and Sparky spluttered out his beer.
“You’re the one who’s glowing. How many times did you get your knob polished last night?”
“You’re just jealous.” Gunner smirked. “When’s the last time you had a woman in your bed that you didn’t have to pay?”
Sparky folded his arms and glared. “Look who’s f*cking talking. You couldn’t even buy into the pool right now ’cause you blew all your cash at Peelers.”
“At least I got a blow, brother. You got dick all.”
Usually Zane enjoyed their banter, but right now he had no patience for jokes or laughter. He needed Evie like he needed air to breathe. She calmed him, soothed him, helped fight the darkness that threatened his control.
He didn’t know what he would do if he lost her again.
Probably die.
*
After leaving Ty to play basketball at the side of the clubhouse with Shooter and a jaw-droppingly handsome young biker named Hacker, Evie followed Tank back inside for a tour of the clubhouse.
As she trailed behind him, Evie was reminded of the frat parties she’d snuck into as a teen. A huge crystal chandelier dominated the massive front hall, leading to a grand, slightly curved staircase, with an ornate carved balustrade. The oak floors were bare, and scuffed, although the walls clearly had been refinished and painted judging from their cleanliness relative to the rest of the clubhouse. Here and there she caught glimpses of antique furniture, covered in beer cans and riding gloves, pizza boxes and papers. Framed pictures of motorcycles and women on bikes adorned the walls, and the pungent, yeasty odor of stale beer permeated every room.