The Thunder Wolves MC - Lyssa (Book #13)

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Goose

Walking out of the prison gates early was something I was sure wasn't going to happen. Let alone to have Rooster walk out with Chains and me at the same time. I was sure the old man was doomed to spend the rest of his life there. But our laweriers figuared their s**t out and here we were free men again. Our bikes were ready and waiting for us as a small group of guys, including my dad, waited for us outside. The three of us did not waste any time as we pulled our cuts on the second my dad handed them back to us. The weight of the leather was like coming home in itself. The only better feeling was having my bike between my legs again as we pulled out of the prison parking lot, leaving that whole experience behind us. Our first stop was the hospital to visit my best friend, Finch, his girl, and their new baby boy.

Leaving the hospital, I debated making a stop at the clubhouse. It's been a while and I could use a good f**k. At the same time, an easy lay isn't always fun; sometimes the chase adds to the final satisfaction. And because I could still decide to stop at the clubhouse later, I decided to take my brother and a few of the other guys up on meeting at one of the bars in town. Having a few drinks and checking out the ladies at the bar didn't sound like a horrible plan. First, though, I stopped at my place, took a hot shower, and changed my clothes. It's not surprising that I found the place smelled freshly cleaned and was fully stocked with all the things I liked. I figured my mom had been here, setting things up for me, when my dad said she was busy earlier in the day. I will have to make sure to stop by and thank her in the morning for cleaning the place up and restocking everything for me.

Once I was dressed in clean clothes, I headed out. The address to the bar, D, was at, wasn't one we had gone to before my time in prison. My guess is that it is either a new bar the club has acquired or one my dad has decided to scope out to see if he wants to add to the club's owned businesses. Besides the autobody shop right out front of the clubhouse, and the two nightclubs the MC owned and ran, we also owned two other bars in the area. Those bars were being run by their former management and staffed with their own people, as most of us guys worked security at the nightclubs or worked during the day at the autobody shop. But this bar wasn't one of those two already owned by the MC. And pulling into the parking lot of this new bar told me all I needed to know. The MC didn't own it just yet, but we were definitely scoping it out for the MC to possibly buy and add to our businesses.

The whole bar grew loud as I walked inside. The dozen or so of the MC members there all cheering and greeting me as I made my way into the bar. My brother was the first to hand me a drink.

"Welcome back to being a free man, brother."

Clinking our shot glasses, we both downed the shots.

"Thanks, D. It's good to be on this side of the fence for sure."

D's response was interrupted as we both heard one of the only women in our lives who could get away with murder, and we would protect her to the ends of the Earth. Finch's twin sister and the sister D and I never really wanted but love to death.

"GOOSE!!!"

Her yell was all the warning I got before she slammed into me. My hands moved to her thighs automatically, catching her so she didn't fall. Allowing her enough time to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she hugged me. Adjusting my hold on her, I returned her hug before moving my hands back to her thighs to help hold her up as she leaned back far enough so I could see the large smile on her face.

"Emilia."

Her smile grew as she leaned forward again, hugging me, this time for only a second before leaning back again.

"It's good to see you out…I was just about to get another round for everyone, so you want something?"

From next to me, D held up a beer, letting me know he already got me a drink, on top of the shot we had already shared. Meaning I would be at the limit that I have always set myself. One shot and one other drink, or a maximum of three drinks with no shots. Just enough to get buzzed but not enough to be inebriated to the point I have no control over myself.

"A water would be great."

Sighing, she rolled her eyes but released her hold on me, allowing me to help her back to the floor before I let her go.

"You know you can drink more than that. You don't always have to be the responsible one."

"I know, little duck."

D and I both laughed as she scrunched her face up at the nickname from when we were kids. She hated it when I called her that, but it was fun for me, and it wasn't meant to be mean or anything. It was a name I gave her when I was five, and I noticed she would follow me around everywhere like a little duck. It was also how I got the name Goose. It was her way of trying to annoy me as much as I did her. She thought that by calling me Goose, I would hate the name enough that she could get me to stop calling her 'little duck'. Joke was on her, I didn't mind the name, and now I go by it. Still doesn't change the fact that Emilia hates being called little duck. And calling her it and then laughing now has earned me an eyeroll before she walks off to the bar. My attention goes back to my brother as he hands me my beer, and a few other guys greet me.