Chapter 8
“Hey, Rowdy, what’s up?” Hunter sauntered over, bumping his knuckles with Rowdy.
“Well, that was quick, dude.” Rowdy bumped him back and snickered.
Flipping him the bird, Hunter winked at Van and introduced him to the guys in the group, starting with Rowdy.
“Nice meeting ya, man.” Rowdy shook Van’s hand, and Van thought the guy was going to break his fingers.
Van quickly realized Rowdy didn’t mean it as a challenge. The dude was that fucking strong. “You, too, man.”
“Nice.” Rowdy slapped Hunter on the back while looking at Van.
“Back off, asshole,” Hunter growled, and Rowdy chuckled.
“Hunt, this is…”
“Who’s the newcomer?” one guy growled out, pointing at Van. This guy was built like a brick shit house, his chest bigger than any tree Van had ever seen. He had a jagged scar on the right side of his face, and his arms were so big, the dude wore only a leather vest, as if no shirt would hold his arms in. He must have been at least six and a half feet tall.