“If Dawn were here, she’d tear Coco’s eyes out,” the other man said.
Angie giggled slightly.And pull out all her hair extensions.
Crow reached out and grasped Angie’s hand for a split second, then let go. “These dudes are my friends from Mesa.” He pointed to the buzzcut guy. “This is Josh, and this is Benny.”
The men mumbled something inaudible under their breaths, and Angie said, “Nice to meet you.”
“Doesn’t she have a name?” Josh asked Crow.
“Angie,” she said before he could answer.
“Go in and get Stu. We can go to Cuervos,” Crow said to them.
The two men sauntered back into the bar.
“Are they childhood friends?” she asked.
“Yeah, but we all ended up in Colorado. Josh and Stu live here. Benny lives in Durango. It’s cool but kinda weird how we all ended up in this area.”
“I wish my two best friends would move here, but they’re city people through and through. I miss them.”
“Are you from Denver?”
She nodded. “I moved here because my aunt and uncle lived here.”
“Couldn’t stay away from all your aunt’s good cooking, right?” He winked at her.
Angie smiled. “You got me.”
“Are you ready to go?” Benny asked as he walked out of the bar. A blond guy of medium height looked over at them.
“That’s Stu,” Crow said to her.
“Are we shakin’?” Josh called out.
“Yeah—just give me a minute.”
Benny nodded, then joined the other two men.
A cold wind had kicked up, and Angie clutched the collar of her jacket tighter around her neck.
“Have you ever been to Cuervos?” Crow asked.
“No, I don’t know that place. Where is it?”
“On the other side of town. A lot of bikers hang out there. Prez owns it with another dude—Jorge. It has great food, and the drinks are cheap.”
“You can’t ask for more than that. Who’s ‘Prez’?”
“The president of the motorcycle club.”
“Oh, I didn’t figure you had one of those, but it makes sense.”
“The club has a hierarchy, a code of conduct, and stringent rules when it comes to church—meetings. You could say we have a military-style ranking. Rules are integral to life in an outlaw club.”
“Wow, it sounds intense.” The truth was Angie wasn’t all that familiar with biker clubs. She thought all they did was get together on weekends and holidays and ride when the weather was nice.
“It’s a way of life. It’s my bloodline.”