On the way back to the club, it occurred to me that Princess had probably eaten nothing except what few snacks she could find lying around the place—nuts, potato chips—since we’d locked her in. Cursing yet another flaw in the current MC’s organization (Sam Michaels would never have allowed anyone in the compound to go hungry, even the whores) I told Joey we were taking a quick pit stop at a fast food place. There, I ordered several burgers, extra fries, and a large drink, which I stowed in the small trunk of my bike before returning. Joey popped a chicken nugget into his mouth, then told me he was going back to his garage to tinker around on his cars.
“Have fun, buddy,” I said as he mounted his bike to drive away.
“Haha, more fun then you’ll have!”
Too f*****g right.
By the time I got
