Chapter 2
Reginald Dexter threw his colors down on the grass by the side of the mountain stream. The back of the jacket gleamed up at him in the moonlight; the club insignia and the name. Across the top of the jacket in bold, blood red letters was the label:
DEVILS.
He dropped his shirt on top of the jacket and knelt to the stream. b***h, he thought, rotten cunt. He bathed the deep tears in his cheek and watched the blood ebb away in the water. "One of these days," he whispered to himself. "One of those f*****g days I'll beat her ass blue, stick a needle in her arm, and sell her to a Chinaman."
He was referring to his own cycle momma, Rusty. He didn't even know her last name, but that wasn't unusual. She was just his current cycle momma and she was the first one he'd ever had that h
