Page 71 of Jackass

“Ok, so how do we figure out who she is?” Jingles asked.

“Could Samantha talk to her?” Colt suggested.

“Fuck no. I don’t want her anywhere near that bitch.”

“Jack, she will want to talk with her. She will have questions about why her friend spoke to a child that way.”

I turned to Beck. I knew she was right. I knew Sammy wouldn’t let that shit go. There was no way she would step back and let us deal with it.

I looked over at my brother.

“Jingles, I want you following Sammy. Everywhere she goes, I want you with her. Even if she’s with me, I want her watched every time she leaves the clubhouse,” I told him.

Jingles was the best man for the job. He was the quietest. The stealthiest. She would never know he was there.

“Hey, Jackass, you want my president patch?”

I looked over at King, confused.

“Fuck no. You couldn’t pay me enough to wrangle this group of assholes.”

“Then why the fuck are you telling one of my men what to do?” King questioned.

He didn’t look mad. In fact, he looked relaxed. He sat leaned back in his chair, as he twirled the gavel in his hand.

If you looked into his eyes, though, you could see the fire building. A fire that needed to be doused, quickly.

I sat back in my chair. “Sorry, Prez.”

King leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. “Jingles, keep an eye on Samantha.”

“You got it, Prez.”

“Charlie doesn’t leave the clubhouse unless you’re with her, Jack. We aren’t taking any chances. Get her whatever she needs to make sure she’s happy. Talk to Ryder about bringing the girls over a few times a week, so she has friends.”

“Why isn’t Ryder in the club?” the sheriff asked.

“Fuck no,” Cash objected.

“No, Dec’s right, why has no one approached Ryder about joining the club?” Gunner asked.

I turned my grin toward Blade.

Any chance I had to remind him of his major fuck up, I took.

“Yeah, Blade, why has no one approached Ryder about joining the club?”

“Fuck you, Jack.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Beck asked, looking between Blade and me.

“Go ahead, tell her,” I urged.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Blade grumbled.

“No, I’m a jackass. Get it right.” I laughed.

“Would somebody answer the fucking question?” Gunner barked.