Free Caught in the Devil's Sheets by Jesse Johnson Page B

take a deep breath before James continues.
    Jaime and I both nod in understanding as we take in all the information. James clears his throat again. “As far as court goes, obviously we want to look as professional and nonthreatening as possible,” he says, looking directly at the gash above Jaime’s left eye.
    “Of course. I don’t want to go in there looking like a thug,” Jaime says, smiling.
    “Exactly. We want the jury to know that you are a nice guy, who just cares a lot about your baby sister, as any good brother would. As far as the drug charges go, you are a recovering cocaine addict. We wouldn’t want them to think you’re a short-tempered biker who thinks he is above the law,” James says, hitting the nail on the head, and we all laugh because we know that’s exactly what Jaime is! “Well that about sums it up for now then,” James concludes, standing up. He reaches his hand out to shake Jaime’s and then mine. “We’ll be in touch,” he finishes dryly, and then shows us out of the office.
    “Thank you,” I say politely.
    “Yeah, thanks,” Jaime says remembering his manners.
    James nods and smiles, returning to his office.
    I pay our current bill with the receptionist before Jaime and I head back down to the car. “Wanna get lunch?” I ask before deciding which way to turn out of the parking lot.
    “Nah, I’m not really hungry,” he says, and neither am I. In fact, my stomach is still in knots. Jaime folds his new papers and puts them in my glove box. “Wanna go to the club house for a bit?”
    “Sure,” I say heading in that direction. Some familiar company might lighten our mood.
    The windows of the club are painted black. It always looks closed, and to the public it always is. I park with the other vehicles out back and we head in.
    Cole and Keila are sitting at the bar with Odin, and they greet us over the loud speaker. A few of the guys are sitting around a table playing cards. They, too, raise their voices at us when we walk by. I can tell there was a party here last night. Nicky and Cassy, Cole’s sister, are still cleaning the place up. Nicky comes around the bar as me and Jaime take a stool. A lot of girls with friends and family in the club wind up working in here.
    “What can I get you guys?” Nicky asks tucking her rag into her jeans pocket and washing her hands.
    “Bud,” says Jaime
    “I’ll take a margarita, extra salt.” As they say, it’s five o’clock somewhere.
    “Coming up,” she says as she takes a beer from the cooler and cracks the top. She hands it to Jaime and he makes his way over to the card table, leaving me at the bar with Odin as Cole and Keila start a game of pool.
    “How’s it going?” Odin asks coolly. There is an empty stool between us and I rest my feet up on it.
    “It’s going,” I project the best smile I can force, and I take a few big sips of margarita. “What’s new with you?”
    “Just taking a break after our run this morning,” he says with the same boyish grin as Jaime.
    “Sometimes I wish I had been born a boy so I’d have the privilege of being part of you all’s fun,” I say jokingly. In some ways it’s the truth.
    “What? Jaime won’t let you ride along?” Odin says with a sarcastic tone.
    “Yeah, right.”
    “Well, he lets you run drugs cross country with him,” he says more seriously.
    I have no idea what to say, so I return my lips to my straw and sip down the rest of my drink.
    The doors to the safe room open, and Jack and Felix come walking out into the bar. Jack makes his way to the card table, and Felix takes the seat between Odin and me. He waits till Nicky has walked away before talking.
    “Looking for someone to cover a run to Chicago. Thought you two might be interested in the payout, since you’re splitting it,” he adds, speaking more toward me then Odin. The music is loud and no one can hear us talking. Felix is waiting on me for an answer. I look at Odin who is also waiting on my