Free Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3) by Savannah Rylan Page A

fucking night because you thought you were being followed by the Feds. For some unknown reason, you were in Montamos fucking territory. I left the bed of a naked chick to come get your ass and what do you do? You take off like a fucking lunatic and then shoot at someone who isn’t fucking there. Oh, and did I mention you pointed a gun at me because you thought I was trying to kill you?”
    “Sounds like a good fucking night,” he said, sliding to the edge of the bed and lighting up a cigarette.
    “What are you on?”
    “Nothing. Just drank too much,” he said, blowing a stream of smoke out.
    “Really?” I got up from the chair and picked up the needle. “Then, what the fuck is this?”
    “It’s not mine. Probably the chick I fucked.”
    “Funny since she was here when we got back, and she wasn’t tripping balls like you were. You made an oath that you would stay clear of that shit. Just because Nick’s dead doesn’t mean your word is, too. You need to get your shit together before someone else in the club finds out. You’re lucky it was me tonight.”
    “It was a one-time thing. I’m not going to do it again.”
    “That’s all I need to hear.”
    He rubbed at his eye. “Why the fuck does my face feel like I hit a brick wall?”
    “That would be my fist.”
    “You hit me, you bastard?”
    “It was that or get shot. Your face will heal faster.”
    “Good call,” Miles said, putting his cigarette out in an ashtray that was already overflowing. “So, who was the naked chick?”
    “Someone I’m keeping you far away from,” I said with a laugh.
    “So, we good?”
    I nodded and lit up a cigarette. “We’re brothers. We’re always good.”

10

Dice
    B y some fucking miracle , Miles’ drug fueled freak out managed to stay between us. I’d been watching his ass like a damn hawk ever since, and, from what I could tell, he kept his word. Other than getting drunk, he was clean.
    I pulled my bike into Cash and Aubree’s driveway and parked amongst the other bikes. It was Friday night dinner, a tradition Aubree started when she moved in with Cash, and the entire club was here.
    Beast and Hudson finished up a cigarette and nodded to me as I got off my bike. I joined them, lighting up a cigarette and ignored the slow drizzle that started.
    “Did you hear?” Hudson asked.
    “Hear what?”
    “According to Stanson, a cargo vessel got raided when it pulled into the docks. They found a shit ton of illegals.”
    The minute anyone said illegals in these parts, Gordita’s Army was always the first thought, but she was dead. The entire army was like lost fucking puppies without her. Unless someone…
    “They don’t think the army reformed, do they?”
    “It’s speculation right now,” Hudson explained. “But Matias was spotted down there right before shit hit the fan. So, if I had to guess, he’s regained control.”
    I took a long drag off my cigarette, letting the nicotine work its way through me. “And here I thought we finally got rid of those assholes.”
    “We should just kill them all,” Beast suggested and I laughed. Whenever faced with anything, Beast always wanted to end things with a kill.
    “It won’t work. Like Nick once said, you kill the leader and another one is never too far behind. We knew this was coming. It was just a matter of when. What does Cash have to say?”
    Hudson stubbed his cigarette out on his boot, and tossed the butt into the trash, to keep Aubree off his ass. “He said it’s Friday night dinner, and we’ll wait to discuss it in church.”
    “Which is why you guys are out here instead of in there.”
    “We don’t think it should wait. We need a plan before another one of us winds up six feet under.”
    I nodded, understanding their frustrations. There was nothing worse than feeling vulnerable, especially on your own turf. But Cash was taking a page from Nick’s books. Right now, there wasn’t much that could be done and, while Nick would choose to party,