A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I remembered how perfect that day had been, with a gentle breeze in the air, clear-blue skies, and my girl in my arms. Made me miss Cass even more than before.
It’d been a week since the awesome kiss we shared. I was still reeling from it and had given myself some of the best hand jobs in the shower while thinking of us frantically kissing in her café.
Totally, the best kiss of my life, which was kind of pathetic.
At my age, I should’ve had a lot of awesome and unforgettable make out sessions. But I’d had a hard time opening myself up to other woman after Cass broke my heart.
If club business hadn’t been my top priority, I would’ve returned to her café the next day. Only important shit in the club could keep me from her.
Quino, GQ, and I had been looking into Alek Kozlov. Quino was our computer guy and GQ needed a project.
For months, all GQ had been doing was sitting around and drinking himself stupid. I got it. Getting run over by a garbagetruck fucked with a person. But all his physical injuries were mostly healed. He could get back on his hog and hit the open road if he wanted. I’d told him a road trip would do him good, but he’d rejected my idea.
Gideon Quick, a.k.a GQ, needed time to mentally heal. He had some permanent scars on his face and shoulder that messed him up most. He’d been a ladies’ man before the accident. If I had to guess, he was probably worried no woman would want him now.
Sure, some shallow chicks might pass him by, but I believed there was someone for everyone. GQ just needed to put himself out there again. Get back on that horse,hog, and ride.
Instead, MC brother drove an old, rusted out Chevy pickup he’d been restoring before his accident. And so, he didn’t join us for this meeting because we all rode our Harleys.
While Quino and GQ researched the Kozlov Bratva, I’d spent dozens of hours tightening the security system, again, and training members on how I wanted the property protected.
But no matter how busy I’d been, Cass hadn’t been far from my mind.
Fortunately, I’d been receiving daily updates from Steve. It seemed the Russian hadn’t been seen, and that concerned the fuck out of me.
Something was coming. I felt it in the marrow of my bones.
“There come the billionaires,” Corcoran said. “Looks like they brought a full crew. Are we going out onto the water? I get seasick.” He put his hand on his stomach.
“Fabio hadn’t said anything about taking the yacht out,” I replied as I rejoined Corcoran and the others.
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of any of you,” Jeje told us in a severe tone. “Speak only when I give you permission.”
“Yes, boss,” Corcoran said.
Tequila and I nodded our acknowledgements.
I peered at Fabio, The Italian mobster sported dark shades, an expensive suit, and a terrifying scowl, while his older Remo walked at a slower pace behind him. That seemed strange. Remo was the head of the San Francisco district. Fabio was number two in charge.
“Jefe.” Fabio extended his hand and shook Prez’s as if he was leading the meeting. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We had a scheduling conflict.”
Well, things were getting stranger and stranger. They were the ones who picked the day and time, but there was a scheduling conflict? This was not how business worked with the Ferraris. Ever.
“No worries,” Jefe said.
“Let’s board and get some drinks.” Fabio fanned his hand out, treating us like guests. He conducted business very differently from his brother. More civilized and less arrogant.
Years ago, when we first started working with the Ferrari family, Jefe had called Remo a power-tripping pussy. Prez did not like the oldest son of Pietro Ferrari. If it hadn’t been for Fabio being Jefe’s point of contact, the club would have nothing to do with the Ferrari Mafia.
Jefe jerked his head for us to follow him onto the boat.
I took up the caboose, letting everyone go before me. For no other reason than I was a nosy bastard and hoped I could hear the brothers. Sure enough…
“Make her get the girls. This meeting is important,” Fabio hissed through gritted teeth at his brother.
“Anna isn’t responding to any of my texts,” Remo replied. “I’m sure she forgot about the girls’ music camp.”
“Then ask Zia to get them and focus on why we’re meeting with the Kings.”
