Page 11 of Ravage

“You busy this weekend?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Good. Then you can come to the clubhouse.”

“Why? Is something going on?”

“Yeah.” He sounded pleased as he added, “We’re celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?”

“Stone,” he answered. “He’s getting back in the saddle.”

“Already?”

Jax laughed. “You know how he is… You can’t keep him down for long.”

“He was shot twice. That wasn’t exactly a paper cut.”

“No, it’s not. But he’s stubborn. Once he decides he’s doing something, he’s doing it, and nobody better try to stop him.”

“Yeah, I know, but still.” I let out a breath. “Maybe if he had an ol’ lady, she might be able to talk some sense into him.”

“Doubt it.”

I smiled. Jax was right. Stone was a good man, but he was a tough one. It would take a lot more than a couple of bullets to slow him down. And he wasn’t the only bull-headed brother. They were all fairly stubborn, especially when it came to the club.

They were a protective bunch, never failing to be there whenever they were needed, and they were supportive, always having each other’s backs. They were one big family, and I loved that about them. “So, what do you want me to bring to this celebration?”

“Something I like.”

“I figured that much,” I scoffed. “You wanna give me any hints?”

“Brownies.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, but I’m talking about those good ones you make… the ones with the chocolate chunks in ‘em.”

“God, you’re such a kid.”

“I’m a man who knows what he likes.”

“You’re a forty-something-year-old with the sweet tooth of a five-year-old.”

“Are you gonna bring ‘em or not?”

“Yes. I’ll bring your precious chocolate chunk brownies. I’ll even bring the homemade whipped cream I make to go with them.”

“Aw, now we’re talking!”

“Saturday, right?”

“Yeah. Come around five.”

“I’ll be there.”

“See ya this weekend, kid.”