Free Stone - Big Girls & Bad Boys by D. H. Cameron Page A

That’s four against three,” Stone said.  Rocky looked over at Stone though his look was hard to read.
     
    “That’s cute.  You want to take a vote.  Well, it’s too late for that.  We need to deliver these goods or our ass is grass,” Bobby said.  He was using that as a threat.  He got the club into this and now he was using the potential consequences to bully Rocky.
     
    “Convenient but it sounds like you’ve got a problem.  Not us.  The Knights didn’t take delivery of those guns, you did, Bobby.  How is this the club’s problem?” Stone challenged him.
     
    “Because I told them the Knights agreed,” Bobby said.  He had this planned all along.  What a dick!
     
    “Enough of this.  Deliver the fucking guns to the Jamaicans.  Then we’re out of the gun running business,” Rocky announced though it sounded as if he wanted to say more.  Ginger leaned close to me.
     
    “Why doesn’t he just kick the little prick out?” she asked though I don’t think she expected an answer from me.  I was wondering the same thing.  Bobby looked satisfied, however.  Hell, he looked like the cat that ate the canary.
     
    “We’ll take care of it, Rock,” Bobby said, grinning from ear to ear.
     
    “I’ll go with them...to make sure nothing goes wrong,” Stone announced.  Bobby frowned but Rocky seemed to like the idea.  I didn’t.
     
    “Yeah, Stone will go with you,” Rocky agreed.  Bobby looked from one man to the other.
     
    “Don’t trust me?” he asked Rocky.
     
    “Should I?” Rocky replied.  Bobby shoved his girlfriend off of him and she almost tumbled to the floor.  He stood up, glared at Rocky for a moment and then turned to Stone.
     
    “Tomorrow night.  Be here at seven.  Bring a piece,” Bobby told him.  Then he nodded at Dusty and Enrique.  They stood and the trio walked out while Bobby’s old lady followed on her tippy high heels, looking back at us like a deer in the headlights obviously wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.  They mounted their bikes and roared off into the night.
     
    Ginger grabbed me by the arm as she headed to the pit.  She sat in Bobby’s chair next to Rocky.  I sat in the chair next to Stone meaning to take him to task but Ginger beat me to the punch.  “Why don’t we just kick him and those other two out of the club?” Ginger asked.
     
    “With those illegal guns sitting in my shop?” Rocky replied.  Ginger looked at the crate and then back at her husband.  As long as Bobby had illegal guns in the shop, Rocky couldn’t do anything.
     
    “You’re right.  I didn’t think about that,” Ginger said.  Now it was my turn.
     
    “You didn’t have to go, you know.  Why would you put yourself in danger?” I demanded from Stone.
     
    “Someone’s got to look out for the club.  Bobby isn’t going to do it,” Stone told me.
     
    “Still, why you?” I asked.
     
    “If not me, who?  This is my home, my club.  You called it your family.  I’m loyal...,” Stone began to argue but I was already convinced and finished his thought for him.
     
    “To a fault.  Yeah, I’ve heard that,” I said.  Stone smirked at me.
     
    “I appreciate it, kid,” Rocky said.  “I’m not as young as I used to be.  You’re the kind of member this club used to be full of.  I want those days back.  Drinking, fucking, riding and good friends.  No fucking lawyer and doctor wannabes, no criminal activity...well, not serious criminal activity anyway.  But I’m afraid the Knights are dead.  Once I kick Bobby out, he’ll take those other two.  We’ll be down to four, assuming the Mike’s want to stay too.  Not much of a club,” Rocky explained.
     
    “Ah, baby,” Ginger said and reached over to pat Rocky’s hand.  He smiled at his wife, grasped her hand and held on to it tight.  This was killing him.  I only suspected but I had to speak up.
     
    “I don’t think Bobby means to just lobby the club to start