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)
“No, why you? And why are you makin’ that decision for the girls?”
Damn. Did Chill and Trouble switch personalities? The man was more uptight than usual.
“Ain’t makin’ any fuckin’ decision. Just makin’ a goddamn suggestion. So fuck off,” he snapped at the VP.
“Like I said. Think it’s a good idea with what’s goin’ on with the Souls and the motherfuckin’ mob. Neither of them got a say in this. Yeah, they can bitch and moan ‘bout it, but what’s new? What we could do is take it to a fuckin’ vote. We agree, then they’ll have to live with it. Period.”
While what Zeke suggested was one way to go about it, it wasn’t ideal to force the women to do shit they might not want to do. Chaos and Chill clearly recognized that, too, since they both groaned.
At the other end of the table, Wheels hooted. “Women always got somethin’ to fuckin’ say.”
Zeke slammed the gavel on the wooden table. “Let’s do a quick vote and get it the fuck over with since we didn’t call this fuckin’ meetin’ to talk about the women. We got more important shit to talk about.” His gaze circled the table. “All in favor of Lyric sharin’ the apartment over the pawn shop with Bri?”
“Aye,” Rage responded, since he thought it was the best choice for Lyric. Plus, like Bri, she wouldn’t pay a damn dime in rent or utilities. It really was a win-fucking-win for everyone, except maybe Bri since she’d have to share her space.
Despite not being thrilled about it, Chill also voted for it.
In the end, it was unanimous.
“All right. Who’s gonna tell ‘em?” Zeke asked.
“Fuck that,” Chaos said.
Chill spoke up next. “Ain’t gonna be me.”
Wheels once again hooted. “Not it.”
Cruz lifted both palms. “Got no skin in this game.”
The only two left were Rage and Zeke.
Zeke looked over at him. “You brought it up, you can let ‘em know.”
Great.
“Got no problem lettin’ Lyric know since I got another appointment with her. But as for Bri…” He let his gaze slide from Chill to Chaos.
“Fuck that,” Chaos repeated. “Ain’t breakin’ that news to my sister.”
“Chill, you tell Bri,” Zeke told his brother.
“Why the fuck do I gotta—”
Zeke cut him off. “Divide and conquer.”
Chill sighed. “Whatever.”
Good. Since he already ran the idea past Lyric, no conquering would be required on his part. Out of the two women, Bri was more likely to lose her shit.
“Good luck, brother,” Chaos muttered.
“All right, back to those Twisted motherfuckers,” Zeke announced. “Gonna have a meet with Vi and the Shadows. Chill and Rage are gonna sit in on it, too.”
Rage wondered if Chill knew that before a second ago.
“They come up with any ideas on handlin’ this shit?” Cruz asked.
“Guess we’ll see. That’s the point of the meet,” Zeke answered.
“Need to set them up,” Wheels said.
Rage glanced down the table at the road captain. “Who?”
“The Souls. Then the Mafia will handle those motherfuckers for us. Like what happened with the Deadly Demons. The Russos ain’t gonna play if they think they’re gettin’ fucked in the ass. We need to steal the shit they’re transportin’ and make whoever’s transportin’ it disappear. Make it so the Russos think that the Souls are takin’ their shit and goin’ on the run.”
“If they’re usin’ shit like side cars to transport it, doubt they’re transportin’ enough at a time to make it believable that the Souls are gonna be livin’ the high life if they steal it,” Chill said. “The Russos might not believe the Souls are fuckin’ them over, but that someone else, like us, are fuckin’ over the Souls. Could make us a target.”
“True. But we could make it look like they’re skimmin’ off the top to make extra scratch.”
“That’s another fuckin’ option, but might not be the best one. For now, at least,” Zeke said.
“Here’s our fuckin’ options and what we can discuss with Vi and her crew to see which is gonna be the smartest and easiest route.” Rage lifted a single finger. “One where we manufacture a fuckin’ war between the Russos and another crime family.” He added his middle finger to his index finger. “We manufacture a fuckin’ war between the Russos and the Souls.” He held up three fingers. “Make it look like the Russos are fuckin’ over the cartel they’re dealin’ with. Or”—he dropped his hand to the table—“we get the feds involved.”
No surprise he was met with grumbles on the last option. He didn’t want to deal with the feds, either. But it was a last resort, if needed.
“Anybody got anything else to add to that list?” Zeke asked. When no one brought up anything else, he continued. “Got a list to take to the Shadows. Will let you all know how we’re gonna handle this shit goin’ forward. For now, let’s get the fuck outta here.” He smacked the gavel on the table again.