The Biker's Rules
“That’s what we call him,” Noah says. “Alejandro’s such a mouthful.”
“It is,” I agree. “But why that?” My curiosity has claws.
“They think it’s funny because I was Delta Force,” Alejandro answers evenly.
“Well, I suppose it beats Poochiekins,” Noah howls.
Alejandro snorts. “Fuck, I forgot about that one.”
“Poochiekins?” I repeat, horrified and delighted all at once. “Please continue.”
Alejandro’s expression doesn’t change, but he shoots Noah a look. A loaded, masculine look. I recognize it immediately — my brothers speak fluent Eye Morse Code.