The Biker's Rules
Like a last rite.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Alejandro says, rubbing his hands together, “I’m frickin’ starving. But how exactly is food going to help you fix your monumental fuckup?”
Jinx snaps to attention, popping up onto all fours like a furry missile lock system. Guess he’s hungry, too.
“I can’t think on an empty stomach,” I shrug. “And we need to celebrate our newly discovered brotherhood at —”
The sound of doors slamming cuts me off mid-sentence.