“After I’m done here, I’m gonna head out for a ride. Either of you wanna come along?”
Army pointed at Eagle and laughed. “He’s still got a party jumping in his head.”
Eagle glared at him. “And he’s getting pussy all day.”
Army bristled. “Watch it, dude. Mia’s not just pussy.” Anger licked at him and he pushed it down, not wanting his two buddies to see how tied in he was with Mia, but he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect her.
Goldie pushed the empty plate away and cocked his head to the side, a smile twitching on his lips. “So she’s gotten to you.”
“No one’s gotten to me. She’s cool and we have fun.”
“I bet you do.” The smile now split his face, and it pissed Army off that Goldie was enjoying his discomfort way too damn much.
“When’s she going back to Durango?” Goldie asked.
“In a couple of days. I’m going to go there to see what’s going on with Lil’ Donnie.” Army ignored the smirks on both of their faces.
“I thought you heard from him recently,” Eagle said.
“Yeah, he called to ask for more bucks. He said the damn Pistons are scrambling to raise the money for the buy, and I told him that was fuckin’ old news.”
Goldie leaned back and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. “Then why are you going to Durango?” Eagle snorted and Army glared.
“I know the date’s gonna be postponed. Anyway, I wanna spend some time with my dad.”
“Your dad?What a load of shit.” Goldie laughed.
“I want to install alarms at his place and at Asher’s. I already put one in for Taylor when I was staying with him a few weeks ago.”
All of a sudden the mood turned somber as the danger of what the outlaw world could do to the members’ families came crashing through.
“The 39thStreet assholes don’t know you’ve been around, right?” Eagle asked.
“Yeah. I don’t wear my cut when I’m in Durango.” Army took another swig of beer. “I hate not wearing it.”
“I hear ya, but there’s no way in fuck the Piston bastards don’t know you’re from Durango. I bet the wannabe badasses know too,” Goldie said.
Army absently ran his fingers down the condensation on the brown bottle. “I’m sure they do, and I wouldn’t put it past either of those motherfuckers to try some shit with my family. And then there’s Mia.” He wiped his hand on his jeans. “I have to make sure my woman’s safe.”
The corner of Goldie’s mouth turned up as he gestured with his beer bottle. “You just called her ‘your woman.’”
“What? I did not …Fuck.”
Goldie took a long swig then clinked the bottle against his. “That’s how it happens—you don’t even know it then pow … she’s your woman.”
Eagle guffawed then groaned and brought the coffee to his mouth.
Army pushed away and stood up. “Yeah … well, I have to take a shower. Later.” They exchanged chin lifts and he walked to his room. He heard Goldie and Eagle talking in low tones behind him, and he caught the words “fighter” and “Stiletto” as he left the room.
It didn’t matter if Goldie was feeling a spattering of satisfaction about the hard time Army gave him when he was going out with Hailey, or that Eagle thought he was a pussy for spending the day with Mia instead of riding with the other brothers. What mattered was the way Mia made him feel when he was with her. He’d never been so drawn to a woman on so many levels—physically, intellectually, emotionally, and sexually. She’d made her mark on him and it was wickedly delicious.
Yeah …Pow!
Army opened the door and went into his room.