Rowdy asked as he shoved the keys into Solo’s hand. “He’s a fuckin’ cop. You hate cops, and if the club finds out, you’re both fucking dead.” “I didn’t know he was a cop when I stuck my fuckin’ dick in him,” Solo fired back. He made sure to speak low enough to keep the conversation between him and Rowdy. Finding Eric on that sidewalk had thrown him, something that rarely, if ever, happened. He didn’t have a clue what his next move was, but one thing was certain, he wanted more one on one time with his little cop friend. “Fuck, man, just give me some time to figure this out before you say anything to Switch or the brothers.” Rowdy, the only brother in the club who knew Solo was gay, slowly nodded. “You have any clue what you’re asking me to do?” Solo knew if the club found out Rowdy was lying, he’d be in the same shit as Solo. “Yeah.” Rowdy exhaled. “Next time, try a bit of small talk before you fuck a stranger.” He touched his bruised and swelling jaw.
