Page 60 of Fury
I moved away from her, signalling to the other brothers to finish their drinks and get upstairs, pushing through the door behind the bar and into the corridor behind. I hadn’t seen or heard her move in behind me, but I felt a hand wrap round my arm, too gentle to be a bloke. Turning, I expected to see my blonde looking at me, but it wasn’t her. She was drunk, unsteady on her feet, her lips freshly plumped, pouting like a duck who’d been slapped in the mouth.
“What you doing, Tori?”
She moved closer, pushing a hand in my jacket, pushing her body against me. There was alcohol on her breath, stale alcohol from last night, and the sweet scent of what she’d just drunk.
“I don’t want you to be lonely tonight, big guy,” she cooed.
“Won’t be, Tori.”
“No, I know you won’t.” She slid that hand down my stomach, pushing it into the waistband of my jeans, her fingertips brushing at the hair of my groin, and I recoiled. “Commando. I like it. Makes it much easier when we get those pants off. Meet you upstairs in one of the rooms after church.”
It wasn’t a request. Her hand dipped lower, and I caught her wrist. The door behind her opened. Big Red looked at me, his brows pulling together in a frown. Fucking great. I yanked her hand free, thrusting it back to her.
“Church is this way, Fury, if you’re joining us?” the big man growled, pinning me a stare as he walked past.
“She’s coming after you now,” Magnet mumbled in my ear as we took a seat at the table. “She tried me last night. Had to take Suzy home before she laid her out.”
“Not seen Suzy knock someone out for a while, Magnet,” Demon cut in. “Would have made the end to a great night. Particularly if it was Tori.”
I grimaced, glancing at Indie, who sat at the head of the table looking as tense as ever. And then he stood, and we all stood with him.
“May the heart of the Harley beat eternal,” Indie started.
“May the roar of the Kings never die,” the entire table responded.
And then we sat. And Church began.
“You’ll all be aware the Hand were at the funeral yesterday,” Indie started.
“Well, at least they were invited,” Barry the Blade spoke up from the far end of the table.
“Aye they were. Everyone who attended yesterday was invited.” Indie stared at him, then continued. “They want us to be patched over.” Mutters erupted, a buzz in the room. “I told them no.”
“Don’t you think you should put it to the vote?” Barry challenged again.
“Fine. All in favour of becoming the Hand?”
I watched, feeling the silence heavy around us. Barry’s fingers twitched. A couple of the other members looked at each other. The gavel hit the table like a bomb exploding.
“Next bit of business,” Indie continued, his stare fixed on Barry the Blade, the other members who’d looked like they’d had twitchy fingers for a moment staring down at their hands. “If we don’t accept their offer, they’re coming after us.”
Everyone around the table seemed to take a collective breath.
“They’ve already started that,” I added. “We found Beanz. The Vandals have been hiding him.”
“Why’ve they been hiding one of ours?”
“Because he was scared he was going to get a hiding,” I continued.
“What’s the fucker done now?” Sicknote asked, feeling mighty confident in his first church meeting as a fully patched in member.
“He was fucking Tori,” Magnet answered, the room full of mutters again.
“To be fair, Tori’s been rubbing her pussy up against all the brothers since Ste died. Looking for her next meal ticket,” Big Red folded his arms across his chest, his stare pointed at me.
“Nah mate,” one twin spoke. “This was going on when Ste was alive. When our president was dying, one of our brothers was knobbing his ol’lady.”
“Stupid fucker,” Big Red turned, his eyes on me. “Everyone knows the President’s ol’ lady is off limits. Who beat the shit out of him?”