“Fatbaby go home?” she asked.
“He did,” I confirmed. “And I think he’s lost his mind.”
“Why?” she asked in confusion.
“Because he’s leaving when he was just offered his job back,” I informed her. “They told him today that if he wants his job, he’s more than welcome to have it back. But he refused and pretty much told them to go fuck themselves.”
“Wow.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Good for him.”
“And he joined a motorcycle club. Apparently, he’s been prospecting with them for over eight months and nobody knew.”
“Really?” she asked as I gathered her close. “Which one?”
“The Dixie Wardens MC right there in Toxey, Alabama. About a mile from the minimum-security prison.”
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Beard Mode
2-23-17
Chapter 1
I’m just going to put an ‘out of order’ sticker on my forehead and call it a day.
-E-card
Aaron
10 months later
“New guy,” someone muttered behind me.
I turned only my head to find Stone, the president, staring at me with hard eyes.
“Yeah?” I asked him, dropping my bag on the floor and heading in his direction instead of out the door like I’d originally intended.
“You’re here because you have a special set of skills that we need,” the leader of our band of misfits, Stone, drawled.
I nearly laughed.
“That sounds like a line out of a bad movie,” I muttered, wondering where he was going with this.
He tossed me a glare and then yelled.
“Truth!” Stone yelled. “Ghost! Get the fuck in here!”
Ghost and Truth walked in the door at the same time, both of them turning to the side to walk inside, and stared at Stone
“Ghost, hold Truth down so New Guy can give him the fuckin’ shot,” Stone grumbled.
Ghost tackled Truth and wrestled him to the desk, then sat on him while Stone leaned back and watched.
“No, motherfucker!” Truth yelled. “I don’t want it!”
“It’s the fuckin’ flu shot, you dumb shit. Not a fuckin’ tracking device. Take a fuckin’ chill pill,” Stone grumbled, staring at the scuffle that was going down in front of him.
I picked up the syringe from the table, similar to the one I’d used to give everyone else their flu shots with, and stabbed it in the meat of Truth’s arm.
Truth bellowed in rage, and I flipped the guard up on the syringe before tossing it into the trash can.
“Done?” I asked Stone. “I have to get to work.”
Stone nodded.
“Yeah, thanks.” He nodded. “Have fun at the nut house.”
I grunted something unintelligible, causing him to laugh.
“Don’t sound so excited,” he laughed.
I flipped him off and walked out the door just as Ghost was letting Truth up
“Why you gotta be such a big motherfucker?” Truth growled. “If you’d been anyone else, I’d have gotten away.”
“Why do you think I called Ghost instead of anyone else?” I heard Stone reply.
I snorted and headed to the bag of trash that I’d abandoned, but stopped to fish out my phone from my pocket when I felt it start vibrating.
“Hello?” I answered as I picked my bag up once again and started heading for my bike.
“Yo, fucker,” Booth, my brother, snapped. “When are you coming home?”
I snorted. “I’m not.”
“You are, too. Or I’ll fucking drag you here,” he countered. “You can’t miss the birth of my kid. I’d hate you forever.”
I chuckled. “She have the baby yet?”
“Not yet,” he rumbled. “Soon. Maybe as early as next week if it doesn’t happen before then. Monday at nine they are inducing her whether she’s ready or not.”
I swallowed as I thought about going back to the same hospital I’d spent a lot of shitty days in, and shook my head. “I’ll be there. What time? It’s not going to happen right off the bat.”
“I don’t know,” he grunted. “Be here midafternoon.”
I tossed the bag of garbage in the dumpster as I continued on my way to my bike.
“I’ll be there. Kiss Masen for me,” I ordered as I straddled my bike.
“Will do,” he promised. “See you soon.”
Booth hung up and I pocketed my phone.
“Brother again?” Ghost asked.
I turned to find the creepy fucker directly behind me.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Why?”
He shook his head.
“Only time we see you smile is when you’re on the phone with him or his wife,” he said, sounding all philosophical and shit. “Just wondering.”
With that he walked away, and disappearing around the side of the clubhouse as if he’d never been there at all.
Leaving me to drive all the way to the prison wondering what in the hell had just happened.
Had I just made a friend?
Ghost was one to talk. I didn’t think I ever saw him smile either.
Table of Contents
Prologue
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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Chapter 17
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Chapter 18
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Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Chapter 21
Chapter 22
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Chapter 23
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Chapter 24
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Chapter 25
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Chapter 26
Epilogue
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