In Bed With The MC President
Brick turned red, his eyes darting to his men, then to Ryan.
Ryan stood in the shadows, his arms crossed, his face unreadable.
He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. Make him bleed.
Brick cursed, stood up, and ripped the leather vest off, slamming it onto the spool. "Deal again."
The second hand went by in a blur.
Brick drew a Nine.
I drew a Ten.
"Boots.” I ordered.
Brick looked ready to kill me. He unlaced his heavy combat boots and kicked them aside, sitting back down in his socks and t-shirt.