Yak winked at her. “Not that tense, princess. You need something?”
Nora grinned at him and nodded. “Yeah. I’m here to rescue her from the three of you.”
“Savannah doesn’t need to be rescued,” Yak said, then added, “But you and Suzy can get to know her after the other brothers get here.”
The back door opened, and Volt sauntered in followed by Cal. A moment later, the door opened again, and Blood held it while Abby bustled inside.
Volt tipped his head toward the short corridor that led to the room where they held church. “Let’s get this done. Patch should be here in another couple minutes.”
Turk aimed a pointed look between Punc and Savannah. “What’s the verdict here? Is she still on the payroll at Platinum’s?”
Yak clapped a hand on Turk’s shoulder. “Let’s discuss it with the officers, man.”
While the two of them left the bar, Punc grabbed Savannah’s hand. “I’ll be out as soon as I can. Nora, Suzy, and Abby are good people. Don’t be nervous.”
She peeked up at him with her brown eyes. “I hate to tell you this, but it’s too late for that.”
He kissed her forehead. “You’ll be fine. Grab a beer out of the cooler behind the bar, or there might be some wine back there. Have a drink with the women. This shouldn’t take more than an hour.” He pulled his keys from his pocket. “On the very off-chance you don’t get along with them, you can go upstairs to my room. It’s the third door on the left, and this key unlocks it.”
With a stilted nod, she took the keys, and he strode out of the common room.
Punc closed the door to the meeting room and took a seat at the table next to Yak. The vibe in the room was so tense it was stifling.
“I do not see good things with this shit,” Blood muttered.
“Yeah,” Turk agreed.
“Why do you say that?” Cal asked.
Turk locked eyes with Cal. “We aren’t on good terms with the Devil Lancers right now—”
“Not that we ever were,” Yak muttered.
Turk ignored him. “But I asked a couple of old friends from when I ran sports betting if they remembered what happened between Frank and Putt from the Devil Lancers. Back then, the Devil Lancers weren’t well organized—”
“Not that they ever were,” Yak muttered.
Cal bit out, “Yak.”
“Sorry.”
Turk continued, “Yeah, anyway, their old president Heathen didn’t want the entire club to go after Frank. The way he saw it, any brother who borrowed from someone like Frank deserved what he got.”
“What an asshole,” Blood muttered.
“Once Putt realized his payments weren’t being logged, he convinced four of his brothers to go with him to rough up Frank.”
Volt nodded. “I assume that didn’t go well.”
Turk shook his head. “No, but that could have been tactical. They rolled up on Frank when he was leaving one of his vape shops. Frank brought out a gun, and the two employees insidethe shop heard the commotion and came out the back - also carrying guns.”
“Weren’t the Devil Lancers armed?” Volt asked.
Turk’s lips quirked to the side. “Apparently not.”
Punc made eye contact with Turk. “I’m not nearly as stupid as those assholes.”
Turk lifted his chin. “No, you’re not, but one of my friends says since then Frank started carrying two weapons with him, and it’s rare that he collects money without one of his minions accompanying him.”
