Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) Read Free Page A

keep on walking. I’ll at least give them the chance. Anyone have any argument with that?”
    No one does. I look to Gunner and he points to Burnout.
    “Prez.” The slur at the end of the word and the flush on the man’s face says that the beer he grabbed during the break isn’t the only drink he’s had this evening. “I got a question about this deal you worked out with Red Erickson.”
    I glance at my veep and see him giving Burnout a hard look. Coming to a meeting intoxicated or high will earn a brother an ass-kicking at best. At worst, he’ll have his colors stripped. Blowback will find out if Burnout deserves the best or worst.
    “What’s the question?”
    “Well, it seems like we got a clubhouse and some nice property, but in the past week you’ve also been hooking up with his daughter. So I’m wondering if she’s part of the deal—and do we all get a piece of that, too?”
    A piece of Jenny? Rage slams into me, the urge to rip his drunk ass apart, but I only look at him. His hands fly up in surrender, his body pressing back into the couch as if to put distance between us.
    “I was just wondering, man! I didn’t mean nothing by it.”
    I grit a response through clenched teeth. “Jenny is not part of the deal.”
    “But we do all get a piece of her,” Spiral says so easily the words don’t immediately sink in. “At least, that’s what the First Lady clause in the club’s Constitution says.”
    This time the rage that rams through me is cold. So fucking cold. “And you’re going to enforce that clause, Spiral?”
    “I shouldn’t have to. What was it you said when some of these guys were asking you to change the bylaws before? You told them, ‘If the Hellfire Riders’ laws aren’t good enough, then you can walk.’ And some of those Riders walked.” He glances over at Zoomie, who’s watching him with narrowed eyes. “You know I was all for you patching in, Lily. And I don’t want Jenny—I like my women a little curvier. No offense, Prez. But you can’t just enforce some laws to the letter and ignore others.”
    “He should ignore them when they’re as stupid as the First Lady clause,” Zoomie blasts him.
    “A stupid rule let you in,” Goose pipes up from the back.
    Gunner looks to me, silently asking whether he should shut them all up. I shake my head. Let it play out.
    I’m too fucking pissed to get a coherent word in now, anyway.
    Zoomie whirls on Goose. “You think serving our country is stupid?” Meth has rotted a few holes out of Goose’s brain but he knows better than to answer that, because she won’t be the only one he’s up against. When he remains silent, Zoomie says, “The First Lady law is only there because my dad was trying to stick it to Red Erickson by fucking my mom in front of him. That law has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with his dick. Just ask the Dubs.”
    The four W’s—Wiggs, Walker, Whistler, and Widowmaker, the Riders’ secretary. Along with our treasurer, Old Timer, they’re the last of the members who joined the first year the club was founded and who are still around. As president, I outrank them, but not once have I ever talked over them. There’s respect that’s owed the club’s officers and then there’s respect . Anyone who doesn’t show the proper amount to the Dubs and Old Timer is just looking for a beatdown.
    Everyone focuses on Wiggs, the brother closest to Lucifer before the old man died. As it’s a meeting day, he’s wearing the same denim kutte that he wore during his first years with the Riders. The vest is so ragged it’s practically held together by the patches sewn onto it. Half the Riders would give their left nut for a kutte that’s seen so much history and ridden so many miles.
    “Zoomie has it right,” Wiggs says slowly, as if he’s reluctant to touch on this topic at all. “But whatever Lucifer’s reasons, the clause is there now, so if this situation applies it’ll have to be dealt