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)
Dog furnaces? “You talkin’ a pet crematorium like the Fury’s got? Smartest shit they coulda done. No chance of someone comin’ across a floater.” The idea to buy that business had been fucking genius.
“Yeah. Couldn’t hurt. Easy way to dispose of problems so they don’t come back to bite us in the fuckin’ ass. Hard to identify a fucker once they’re turned to ashes. Especially after those ashes are scattered.”
While it would be smart, it would also be a huge project and expense. “Somethin’ to think ‘bout for the future, Prez. Right now, we’re dealin’ with the cost of gettin’ the dispensary up and runnin’.”
“Yeah. That’s gonna bring in some damn good scratch. Maybe we can take some of the profits from that and buy a fuckin’ crematorium.”
“Gotta have one for sale to buy one. Is there even any close by?” Rage asked.
“Dunno. Guess we can build our own,” Zeke suggested.
“Again, gonna take a lot of scratch to get one goin’, just like the dispensary. Might be a while before the club can pull that off. Bet there’ll be zonin’ restrictions and shit like that, just like the pot shop.” No Shadow Valley residents wanted either of those businesses near their neighborhood.
“Somethin’ to think about.”
“Yeah. Agreed.”
“Gonna text Vi and get somethin’ set up with her. Will let you know when.”
“Sooner the better, Prez.”
Zeke grunted and hung up.
Chapter Seventeen
“Yo, brother! You with us?”
Was the DAMC prez talking to him?
Rage had two things on his mind, and neither of them were what was currently going on around him. The first was what happened a few hours ago: dealing with the Twisted Soul at Heaven’s Angels, and the second…
Lyric.
It pissed him the fuck off that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Worrying about her. Wondering what she was up to and if she was safe.
If he had to admit it, he also hoped he got to see her naked again soon.
He could watch naked women swinging around a pole at the strip club all fucking day and night but it just wasn’t the same. It wasn’t his choice to see Cashmere, Opal, Velvet, Shimmer, or the rest of them flashing tits and ass. It was business.
When it came to Lyric—despite it not being smart—he wanted to give her the business.
“Rage in the cage musta had a rough night,” Wheels teased at the other end of the table. “Watchin’ big titties and dump truck asses shake, rattle, and roll all day and night can be fuckin’ exhaustin’.”
“He can switch with me. Being assistant manager of the gun shop bites ass,” Cruz said.
“So, you wanna bite some stripper ass, instead?” Wheels clarified.
“Better than bitin’ Dawg’s ass. Or Ice and Irish’s.”
“Once Dawg decides to step down from the manager’s spot there, it’s all yours, though,” Rage reminded Cruz. “Really wanna give that the fuck up to deal with a buncha catty bitches? Gets old real fuckin’ quick.”
“Yeah, guess not. Better to visit with a wad of ones.” Using his hands, Cruz did the motion of making it rain cash.
Rage snorted. “Oh yeah, you’re a big fuckin’ baller like that. Singles are too fuckin’ rich for your blood. You’re tossin’ quarters at my girls, you cheap ass. Luckily, you haven’t taken out one of their eyes, yet.”
Cruz grinned. “Got me confused with Wheels down there.”
Rage glanced around the table. “Just so you all know, the girls share with me whenever you assholes are cheap motherfuckers.”
Next to Rage, Zeke snickered.
Rage pinned his gaze on him. “Same with you.”
Zeke held up his palms in surrender. “Ain’t goin’ into that club no more ‘less it’s gotta do with this club.” He stabbed his finger into the table. “Ain’t fuckin’ up a good thing with Kyra and my kid.”
Across from Rage, Chill mumbled under his breath, “So many other ways to fuck it up, instead.”
“Ain’t doin’ that shit. Keepin’ my shit clean.”
Everyone stared at Zeke sitting at the head of the table because no one believed him.
Zeke shrugged. “No fuckin’ lie.”
“Any-fuckin’-way. Thought there was a reason for this emergency meetin’,” Chaos said.
“There is,” Zeke answered. He jerked his chin at Rage. “Tell ‘em.”
“Two incidents with the Twisted Souls in the last coupla days.”
Grumbles circled the table.
He told them about seeing the four Twisted Souls heading north. One with a side car and no passenger.
Of course he left out the fact that Lyric had been his backpack.
“Think they’re doin’ their runs up to Pittsburgh at night to avoid us.”
“Gonna get that info to Vi. She’s trackin’ their runs. The numbers, the route, and the date and time.” Zeke looked around the table. “Anyone sees the Souls in our patch, we need to let her know the details. That goes for all of you. Spread the word to the rest of our brothers. We see a pattern, it’s gonna help us deal with ‘em. Especially if we need to set up an ambush. Easier to take out a few of them at a time than the whole club at once.”