Chapter 20: Sweet Butt

Harlow

The next day, Red, Goldie, and I finished up all the passports for the trip. Then Red closed up the bar at 3:00 in the afternoon, so everyone had time to get ready for the potluck. The whole MC was expected to be there, and from what I could tell, a lot of non-MC pack members were attending, too. That also meant that Cyrus and I would once again be in the same place. But being surrounded by people from both sides, we couldn’t actually interact with each other.

“This used to be Arlene’s big tradition,” Red explained. “A pack-wide potluck at her place the night before a group got on the road for a big out-of-town mission. I’ve actually kinda missed it. The last one we had was right before the Mexico incident.”

“That was when Cyrus’s father was killed?” I asked.