Dashawn
I pulled up to the clubhouse, eyeing Joker and Ice. I looked them both up and down, and I noticed some bruising on Ice's face.
“You two work your sh*t out?” I asked, taking my helmet off.
“Yeah,” Ice said.
“Good. The girls and the kids are clean and fed. Demon got shot, but he was wearing a vest, so he’s just bruised.”
“Thank f*ck," both Joker and Ice said at the same time.
I nodded, “Have you kicked Heather’s a*s out yet?”
“Not yet. Haven’t heard or seen her. But I have the paperwork ready. Do you want me to give her last month’s pay?”
“We aren’t total monsters. I don’t care, I just want her out,” I said, as I got off my bike.
“I’m putting a vote to Church. Club girls are going to get gone. They’re too much trouble.”
“Good, I am glad to see you come to your sens
