Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Rooster responded with, “Got you. Want me to stick here?”
“Yeah. For now, no customers beyond this point. The girls can only go into the dressin’ room. Make sure they ain’t snoopin’ ‘round.”
“You fuckin’ got it.”
“Good.” He also needed to let Gabi know about the private rooms being temporarily closed. Hopefully, she wouldn’t ask fifty fucking questions like women tended to do.
After he did that, he called Hook and went out front to wait for him to arrive with the rollback.
While he kept an eye out for any other Souls showing up looking for their bud, he called Zeke.
The DAMC president answered on the second ring. “What’s up, asshole?”
Even though no one was wandering through the parking lot, Rage kept his voice down. “Hey, had a Soul scopin’ out the club.”
Zeke didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then asked, “Which club?”
Jesus. “Heaven’s Angels.”
“What the fuck?” Zeke bit out.
“Yeah. Thinkin’ ‘cause it’s one of our most successful businesses.” Silence filled Rage’s ear for a few more heartbeats as Zeke processed what he said. “Makin’ me wonder if they’re gonna do recon on all our businesses.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Zeke growled. “They might be makin’ plans.”
“To make trouble? Yeah. Or they want free rein to use our territory.”
“By makin’ it theirs,” Zeke concluded. “This shit is why we don’t let other fuckin’ MCs step in our patch without permission.”
No shit. “Makes me worried about businesses run by the women.”
“Only business run by one of our girls is the tattoo shop.”
“And Carl’s a pussy-ass bitch. He ain’t protectin’ Lyric if shit goes down. The only shit goin’ down is gonna be down his fuckin’ leg when he shits himself.”
Zeke snorted.
“But it ain’t just the tattoo shop, Prez. Lily’s law offices are all women and so’s the bakery. And there’s plenty of times Bri and Avery are running the pawn shop by themselves.”
Of course that made his blood run cold. Those businesses weren’t protected very well. They had security systems, but that didn’t mean dick against guns or explosives.
In the past, he had talked to Diesel, his uncle and former sergeant at arms, about the DAMC’s war with the Shadow Warriors. He’d also heard all about what the Mafia did to the Deadly Demons from Zeke’s uncle Axel, a retired pig and Laney and Liam’s father.
Zeke asked, “What if they ask the Mafia to fuck with us? They could negotiate with the Russos to help steal our goddamn territory. It would be much fuckin’ easier to take us on with the Mafia behind them.”
If that happened, they’d be fucked. “They could blow our shit up easily. Come in guns a-blazin’. They did it with the Demons. Nothin’s stoppin’ them from doin’ the same to us.”
“God-fuckin-dammit,” Zeke muttered.
“That’s a fuckin’ understatement. The more I think about this shit, the more I think we gotta do what Reaper said.”
“Get a war started between two Mafia families?”
“Yeah. Thinkin’ that’s gonna be the smartest and safest play for us.”
“Think we need to have another sit down with Vi and the Shadows. At our last meet, she said she was gonna do some recon on other crime families that could go head to head with the Russos.”
“Yeah. Maybe she came up with somethin’. We gotta do that soon. Like yesterday. That motherfucker never should’ve shown his face in this club.” How many other Souls have walked into their other businesses without them knowing?
He squeezed his eyes shut when he imagined a Soul going in for an appointment with Lyric and doing the same shit to her that he had just done to their now-dead MC member.
“You give him a lesson ‘bout bein’ nosy?” Zeke’s question snapped Rage back to their conversation.
“Sure as fuck did.”
“He learn it?”
“He ain’t gonna be doin’ fuck all from now on.”
Zeke huffed softly. “I wanna know?”
If his prez asked for details, he’d give them. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t. “Up to you.”
Zeke sighed. “Yeah, wanna know.”
A few years ago, Zeke might not have cared about the details, but with each passing day since Kyra returned with Ledger, the prez was settling into his position of both club president and father and becoming much more responsible and less selfish.
About fucking time.
Rage had been one of the rare DAMC members who believed that Zeke would eventually be a great president, like his father was, once he pulled his head out of his ass.
Did he still have his moments? Fuck yeah. But didn’t they all?
Rage glanced around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. “Let’s just say his neck was smilin’.”
“Damn. Where at?”
“Private room. Lured him in there and took care of it.”
“Cleaned up?”
“In the process,” Rage answered.
“What about the leftovers?”
“Gonna burn all his shit and Pugsy’s takin’ him for a swim.”
A few seconds ticked by before Zeke exploded with, “For fuck’s sake, does our club need to buy our own fuckin’ dog furnaces?”