Page 93 of Rest In Pieces
“Why do you think she’s walking funny?”
“I’ve seen Conan’s cock. I’d have been walking funny, too,” Crane says, making Amity laugh.
“Fucking hell,” I groan.
“And on that note, I’m out of here. I’ll see you fuckers tomorrow. Amity.” He nods before heading over to join Sunshine.
“Is Conan sick?”
The table goes quiet at Amity’s question. Mac’s the one to answer her.
“He has cancer, and he’s just started chemo. It’s why we’re restructuring.”
“Restructuring?” She looks at me for clarification.
“Conan used to be VP,” I explain. “He stepped down, and I stepped up. They’re pretty big shoes to fill.”
“No kidding. The man is a giant,” she teases, making Mac laugh.
“Blade’s stepping down too. He wants to spend more time with his family.”
“Ah, so that’s why you were crying into your beer that night at the bar,” she says, her eyes lighting up with realization, and everyone starts laughing.
These fuckers are finding her hilarious, and while I’m glad my girl’s fitting in, they better keep their hands to themselves.
She frowns. “Does this mean you’ll be president?”
“No. We have a brother from another chapter coming in and taking over, thank fuck.”
“That reminds me, we need to throw a big fucking party,” Circus says.
“Sunshine usually handles that shit, but I don’t think we should dump anything else on her,” Toot points out.
“It’s beer, pussy, and food. How hard can it be?” Crane scoffs.
“I can help. I mean, if you want?” Amity offers, surprising me.
“Really? I know you’re busy with the movie and all.”
“I’m not there for the entire shoot. Most of my scenes will be wrapped up in the next two weeks. Then, I’ll just need to be available for any reshoots if necessary. So, I’ll have plenty of time. When do you want to have it?”
“A month from today. It doesn’t need to be anything fancy. Bikers are simple creatures.” Midas winks at her.
I grip the edge of the table to stop myself from reaching over and yanking his eyelid off.Let’s see you wink then, motherfucker.
“Beer, pussy, and food,” Crane shouts again, making me shake my head.
“Ignore him. I’m pretty sure he was dropped on his head as a baby,” I whisper into her ear, making her shiver.
“What’s going on with the stalker?” Circus asks, pulling my focus back. “Blade mentioned something happened earlier.”
“She got another letter. It’s similar to the last one but more sexual. Then her tires were slashed, so he’s definitely escalating.”
Amity shifts on my lap so she can see me better, her ass moving against my cock, making it harden despite what’s going on.
“What’s your take on this?” Midas asks Amity.
She shrugs. “I didn’t know it was going on until now. I’m not her biggest fan, but she seemed genuinely freaked out when she got both letters.”