“This is the kitchen. Wolf, make us some coffee,” Moose says, turning on the light.
We walk into the kitchen, and we sit around a table.
“We’re here to see your MC and clubhouse and to review your MC status. Moose, tell me about your businesses, your connections, and any issues,” I say, taking a cup of coffee.
“We just paid off the clubhouse. We have a body shop, bar, and strip club that’s very lucrative. We don’t have any illegal business, so we don’t have issues with the law; therefore no connections. Vegas has so much activity and tourists, and the opportunity to make money is here.
We opened the strip club and body shop and bought the bar from an older man who wanted to retire. We’ve been lucky, and we don’t have any issues with outer MCs since they’re in California or other cities in Nevada but not Vegas.
I understand that the other MC didn’t like the exposure in Vegas since they deal with drugs and other stuff,” Moose says, running his fingers through his long blonde hair.
“We also want to take a sample of your DNA,” I say, raising my brow.
“Huh! That makes sense. It would be easy to match my DNA with all of the spawns. Diablo, how much longer is it going to take to patch over,” Moose says, crossing his arms.
“Damn straight. As soon as we get the results and I give Demon the information, we will invite you over. I don’t know anything about the patching over; it’s something that is still in the air, but that’s why we’re here,” I say, looking at him.
“Right, I understand. Have you located my sister,” Moose asks, gathering his brows.
“Not yet; we need more information,” I say.
“Yeah, I don’t have much, but I remembered the other day that Mom mentioned her sister. Her name was Helen Benson; that’s all I have. Maybe she has some information,” Moose says.
“I’ll get our IT Brother to look into Helen Benson. Demon has the copy of all your driver's licenses,” I say, pulling out my blunt?
I hand one to Moose and light up. I inhale deeply and exhale, looking at him. I take a drag of the blunt, lowering my eyelids. The fucker looks like Lethal.
So it looks like the fucker must be related. We need the DNA ASAP so we can decide what to do. If he’s a Satan Warrior spawn, it will give us some confidence and make it easier to patch over.
“Great. How about you guys rest? We will have a BBQ and then we can go to check out our strip club, Heat. It’s not really fancy, but it does great. It’s a mixed strip club, a dance floor, and drinks,” Moose says, lighting up.
“Hell yes,” Killer says, nodding.
“Oh yeah, Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Sin hums, smiling.
“I’m in,” Viper says, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes.
“Yes, that’s a great idea, Moose,” Fiend says.
We finish our coffee, and Moose takes us to the guest rooms.
Two
Athena
My girls picked the strip club to hide and have fun. Yeah, we’re in Vegas for the weekend for my bachelorette party.
We get out of the limo, and I look around at the building with the red blinking lights, Heat in flashing red letters. We stride across the parking lot to the strip club's front door.
Yeah, it’s a gentlemen club, right.
This one is supposed to be a mixed strip club; the guys have a stage to strip and shake their assets. Right. My girls think it’s a great place to have some fun. The bouncers let us in, lifting their chin. We walk inside the club, it’s dark, with of course red lights. The place looks like any other club except it has two stages and a few huge gold-hanging cages with hot guys and girls dancing in nothing but small skimpy thong bikinis. You can look at both stages from any table. I’m excited, it’s going to be fun. The music is loud, and the place is packed.
“Let’s grab that table in front of the stage,” Beth squeals, moving her hands in front of her.
“Yeah, that table next to the guy in that cage works for me,” Stacy hums, biting her lower lip.
“Yeah, I like that table. We can see both stages,” I say, nodding.
