“But if you were pissed off enough to sell us out, then you should’ve said something instead of siding with that fucker Pierce.”
“He offered me a good deal.”
“You sure about that?” I ask.
“He said, once he owned the club, I’d be the general manager, plus a lot more money. He made me feel important, like my opinion mattered.”
“I fucked up in that department, but?—”
There’s a knock on the door, and Samson saunters in, gives Jax a look and settles in the other chair facing my desk.
Jax eyes Samson. “He know about this too?”
“Yeah, fucker.” Samson turns to him. “You had a lot of balls pulling that shit. Especially after we brought you out here and set you up.”
“I never wanted to come to Vegas,” Jax says. “Fuckin’ place is surrounded by desert and boiling hot in thesummer.”
Samson and I exchange a look. “We’ve been out here for three years. You could’ve said something before this.”
“You wanna go back to New York?” Samson asks.
“Sure.” Jax swallows hard. “But I don’t think I’d make it outta Vegas. I know how this goes, and I also know how you both dealt with betrayal in the old days.”
“One of the main reasons we came out to Vegas was to leave the old ways back in New York. Doesn’t mean there won’t be some repercussions, but you’re gonna keep breathing.”
Jax’s body relaxes for a minute.
“Funny thing, though, your buddy Graham plans on getting rid of you the minute he has ownership of Wicked.”
Jax’s back stiffens. “What?”
“Yup, heard it with my own ears. Him and his rich buddies were laughing it up about how uneducated we all are and how you’re gonna be the first one to go—permanently.”
“Shit. Where’d you hear him say that?”
“Not important.” I wave my hand at him. “What is important is that you’re gonna help us take that bastard down.”
“I am?”
“Yup, you’re gonna set him up, and then, if you wanna go back to the ass-freezing winter in New York, be my guest.”
“You get ahold of Cobra?” Samson asks.
“Talked to him before. He’s gonna meet me at the Gold Mine.” I turn to Jax. “After you get Graham to the garage at Wicked.”
“But how am I gonna?—”
“You’ll think of something, and it better be good, ‘cause, remember what I said, you’re worthless to him, so don’t even think about another double-cross.”
“‘Cause if you fuck this up, me and Nick will have nochoice but to go back to our old ways of dealing with betrayal,” Samson adds.
Jax shakes his head. “I won’t fuck it up. I never meant to?—”
“Never what?” Samson growls. “Never meant to stab two guys in the back who you’ve known most of your life?” Samson flicks his wrist at Jax. “Save the fuckin’ apology; we ain’t interested.”
“Mamba and Rattler will be at the garage to grab Pierce. All you gotta do is get him there,” I say. “You think you can do that without fuckin’ it up?”
Jax lowers his head. “I won’t fuck it up.” He turns to Samson. “I just?—”
