Chapter 1 Whiz
WHIZ
PRESENT DAY…
“Ithought we were fucked for sure.”
I glare at Zombie, our club’s vice president, feigning offense at his statement.
As the road captain of Kings of Anarchy MC: Washington chapter, I take great pride in my ability to plan out each and every run we make.
Most of my brothers don’t understand how hard my job is.
It’s not just about finding a route on a map.
It’s also about making sure we’re not crossing through enemy territory, ensuring that we don’t get held up by unnecessary roadblocks, and solidifying any and all overnight plans.
Being the road captain is about keeping the people I love the most in this world safe.
“We were fine,” I say. “I made sure of it.”
“Yeah, but when those blacked-out SUVs started to box us—”
“We didn’t get boxed in, did we?” I demand, knowing I’m stepping out of line with Zombie. “We weren’t tailed after that, and we didn’t have any actual problems arise, did we?”
Lyric, our president, throws his head back and laughs. “He’s right, Z. We were fine. You’re just pissed because you were scared that you weren’t gonna make it back in time to fuck Lucy at the gala tomorrow.”
“Of course, I was fucking scared,” Zombie snarls. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a date night with your wife when you’ve got a one-month-old? I need to fuck Lucy without Sari crying in the background.”
“I still can’t believe you named your daughter after one of the lions,” Undertaker comments. “It’s like you’re asking for trouble.”
The loud wail of the baby in question pierces the air. “Speak of the little devil,” I tease, and we all turn away from the bar to see Lucy walking toward us with a very unhappy Sari in her arms.
“Daddy, it’s your turn,” she states firmly as she settles Sari in Zombie’s arms.
Almost immediately, the crying ceases. “That’s my girl,” Zombie coos. “Daddy’s got you.”
If someone had asked me a year ago if any of my brothers would be in committed relationships, I’d have laughed in their face.
Now, not only are Lyric and Zombie married to two of the most incredible women I’ve ever met, but there’s a fucking baby in the mix.
Things have changed, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous of what they’d both found.
“Please tell me we’re still on for tomorrow,” Lucy says to her husband. “I can’t miss the zoo’s gala, and I need you there.”
“You need me buried in your pussy,” Zombie counters, not giving a damn who hears. He smirks, and Lucy rolls her eyes. “I’ll be there.”
“You getting laid tomorrow?”
Again, we all look across the room, and Mellie is striding in our direction with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“Yes!” Lucy replies, and Mellie throws her arms around her when she reaches the group.
“Thank fuck. If I have to hear about how dick-deprived you are for one more day, I might puke.”
Lyric moves to stand next to Mellie and pulls her into his side. “You’re not dick-deprived, are you?” he asks.
“Hell no,” she counters. “You definitely keep me in an endless supply of dick.” She levels her gaze on Zombie. “But your VP seems to be failing in that department where his wife is concerned.”
Zombie opens his mouth to argue, but Lucy slaps a hand over his lips. “With very good reason,” she says sweetly. “And he’s going to make up for it tomorrow night.”
Reaching out and rubbing Sari’s downy head, I say, “I’m so sorry that you’re stuck with this asshole for a father, pretty girl. Fortunately, you’ve got a lot of uncles who will make sure life doesn’t suck.”
“And on that note,” Lucy begins, plucking her still-sleeping daughter from Zombie’s hold. “We’re going to bed.” She kisses her husband’s cheek. “You comin’?”
“He will be tomorrow,” Lyric taunts.
Zombie lands a blow to Prez’s gut. “I’ll be in soon,” he calls to his wife.
“And for the record, I’ll be coming tomorrow, too,” Lucy singsongs over her shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
For the next few minutes, we continue to razz Zombie, and then Mellie excuses herself, ordering Lyric not to be too long. It’s impossible to miss the undercurrent of lust in her tone, and I know Prez won’t make her wait.
“You need any help with the run for next month?” Lyric asks once it’s just us brothers again.
“Nah, I think I’m good.”
Next month is our annual Family Fun Run. All club members are invited, as well as their families and anyone else closely associated with Kings of Anarchy. It’s a big deal and a great way for everyone to spend time together without the worry of club business interfering.
Every year, we pick a different destination where we’ll spend time doing whatever we want to blow off steam.
The only stipulations are that we’re only away from home for seven days and that we can’t do anything that will bring blowback on the club.
In other words, I have to be very strategic in planning, and all brothers share responsibility for cleaning up any messes that could cause problems later.
This year, the run is earlier than usual, and we’re heading to Anarchy, California, for the KOAMC Biker Rally.
“Well, if that changes, let me know,” Lyric comments before heading off to join Mellie.
“I can help, too,” Zombie says as he begins to walk backward toward the hall. “But let me fuck my wife a few times before you need me.”
With that, he, too, disappears.
“Can I get you another drink?” Junior, the prospect behind the clubhouse bar, asks.
I focus on him and slide my empty whiskey glass across the bartop. “Sure, thanks.”
He moves away to refill my Johnnie Walker, and Undertaker slides on a stool as I do the same. “Things are kinda slow at Death’s Door,” he comments, referring to the club-owned and operated funeral home. “I don’t mind pitching in with the planning.”
“Appreciate it. And I might take you up on that. I know we typically stay at our final destination longer, but we’re going farther this year, and there’s so much to do on our route. I’m gonna put it up for a vote at Church that we only spend two days at the rally so we can see and do more.”
“You know you’ll get the okay,” he says. “You’re a genius at what you do, no matter what Zombie says.”
I chuckle. “Uh huh. Don’t let him hear you say that.”
Undertaker grins. “I’ve got an oven he can stick his head in if he wants to argue about it.”
I choke on my liquor, and it takes a minute before I can say anything. “Again, don’t let him hear you say that.”
“Noted,” my brother quips before leaning his elbows on the bar. “You think Lucy will be okay with bringing Sari on the run?”
Shrugging, I say, “Don’t know. But I’m guessing she’ll be fine with it.
It’s not like she’s a stranger to what we’re like, what the biker life is like.
And this is a run for the families. I know she’ll only be two months old, but she’s family.
Besides, there’ll be some who travel in cages.
It’s not like Lucy and Sari have to be on the back of a bike. ”
“True.”
I finish my drink in silence, my mind wandering back to my earlier thought about being jealous of Lyric and Zombie. With old ladies and kids, they have to make adjustments, compromise on things that they might not want to compromise on, and I can’t help but wonder if they think it’s worth it.
After polishing off my drink, I rise to my feet, say ‘good night’ to Undertaker, and start to make my way toward my room. Before I reach the hallway, Peach, a club whore, steps in front of me.
“Want some company?” she purrs, raking her nails down my chest.
I might be jealous, but I’m not dead or spoken for, so I tug her close and slide my hands under her tank top to cup her tits.
“Absolutely,” I reply.