Tommy Rich: Defendes MC Series Book 7 (Defenders MC Series) Read Free

to bug it.”  Jack took a long drink of his beer before he walked away.
    Tommy had thought of that too, but he’d looked it over and didn’t see anything, besides he hadn’t even seen her since he’d pulled her out of that shithole and stuck her on a bus.  He’d changed phones since then.
    Jack gathered up the others and they headed out.  They had a long way to go.   It was Thursday night and Preach had called church for Saturday night.  They had to cross the whole fucking country in two days and they needed to leave as soon as possible.  They had thought maybe morning would be alright, but after that call Tommy wanted to leave right now and Jack didn’t argue.  Tommy thought Jack seemed too eager to get back home, but he didn’t question it.  If his brother had a woman he was keeping it quiet and Jack was one of the few people Tommy respected, everyone did.  Tommy decided to keep an eye on Jack.  A man got careless when his mind was on home.
    They poured out of the bar and headed for their bikes.  Gator and Choo-Choo acted like they had been brothers for years instead of only a few months and Tommy thought of them as equals in most things.  That had seemed to fall into place when Preach started sending out new prospects to switch out ever so often.  Right now they had a lanky fucker with a mess of white-blonde hair.  That hair had earned him the name lambhead and Tommy was pretty sure he hated the moniker as much as he hated standing in the cold guarding their rides, but he was new and he had to take the shit they gave him.  He was better than the last little shit.  Oscar needed to learn a few things before he could be trusted out on the road.  Preach was sorting through the hang arounds and if they passed muster and made prospect then they were sent out to Tommy and Jack within a few months to see if they had what it really took.  Lambhead was showing the most potential so far and he had a wicked sense of humor that helped make the hours on the road a little more tolerable.  Tommy didn’t know much about him and didn’t care to learn yet.  All he knew was the kid liked pussy and he liked to ride and that was enough for Tommy.
    The rules were pretty simple as far as prospects went.  They hung around doing shit work for a while unless someone had brought them in, like Gator.  If they had a sponsor then they could sign up as a prospect pretty quick.  Choo-Choo had been put through hell.  He may have never been patched if Ink hadn’t seen some of his drawings and pulled him in to help at the tattoo parlor.  Turned out the man was pretty sharp with numbers too.  Pick had given him shit and Choo-Choo had gotten tangled in his schemes unknowingly, but he’d come out on top and Tommy figured this gig was part of his punishment for not talking that shit through with someone before it got out of hand.  Women loved the fucker too.  Almost to the point that it made him uncomfortable.  They loved his miss-matched eyes and the fact that he was built like a mountain, but he was fairly quiet for a biker and that set him apart as much as his looks.  Tommy figured Choo-Choo had gotten the tattoos over his neck and head to make him look tough, but he Tommy wasn’t sure on that.
    Gator was a crazy man.  His tattoos were all voodoo shit and the beads he wore around his neck creeped everybody the fuck out.  He had a thick Cajun accent that made him hard to understand when he was pissed off or had too many beers.  He was average in build and his black hair and eyes made him look like an evil son of a bitch.  He was like a ghost, which Tommy had heard Spec complain about more than once, but Fox spoke highly of his family and Fox was as solid as they came.  Gator was accepted and would patch in when his year was up, which it soon would be.
    They hit the road and Tommy tried to put the damned redheaded bitch out of his head, but instead it filled with thoughts of Willa.  Thoughts that fueled his rage