Damian looks over his shoulder at the shack before turning back to us. “We’ll take two hundred, but Mama keeps her security gig. She don’t love much these days, but she sure loves that job.”
I share a look with Dex and Sniper. The asking price is a fuck ton lower than we were expecting. The bar alone is probably worth that, especially with the profit it turns. I mean, I don’t want to rip the guy off, but I also want to get a good deal for the MC too.
“We’ll take it. Tell your Mom we’ll give her a pay rise. You too.”
“Okay now, gotta warn ya, Mama keeps whatever drugs she confiscates. So don’t be thinkin’ she’s handin’ that over to nobody.”
Sniper’s brows pull in. “Why does she keep them?”
“That’s her side hustle. Keeps her rollin’ in jet ski holidays and margaritas.”
Dex shifts slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look man, we aren’t the type of MC to be dealing in drugs, we’re out here trying to-”
“Aw, relax, my guy. She just shares ‘em with her friends, not runnin’ no operation or nothin’.” Damian grins wide and easy.
“So she confiscates them then uses them with her friends but still makes a profit?” I ask. Something ain’t adding up.
Damian lets out a sigh. “Look here, I know you been gone a spell. You was back at the Keep maybe six months ‘fore you took off to patch in with your fancy little club. Lot you don’t know ‘bout Adonner now.” I nod, then gesture to explain. “This place is a haven for the cougars. Don’t ask me why, town is just full of ‘em. And those particular cougars ain’t got nowhere to go. All the youngsters go to the dive bar, but these ladies are grande dames. They want good music, a place to dance, charcuterie boards and shit.” He waves a bug away from his face. “So Mama got herself doin’ bottomless brunches. All the ladies show up to drink mimosas, gossip, and eat them fancy meats off them pretty wooden boards.”
“And drugs?”
“Well yeah. Some of the ladies just lookin’ for a good buzz, some need a little kick to get the house cleaned, and some tryin’ to get all worked up before headin’ to the bar. Whole buffet of choices right there.”
I stare at him. Dex stares and so does Sniper. I’m not too sure what to say and I really hope I don’t meet any of the Adonner cougars after a bottomless brunch.
“Well, OK then. $200k, your mom gets a raise, and ah, keeps whatever drugs she comes across,” Dex offers.
“And I get to keep my shifts at the bar?”
“You’re the new manager.”
“Boom, motherfucker! It’s a deal.” He puts out his giant hand and Prez shakes on it. “Just put the money in a briefcase and we’ll call it square.”
Dex gives Damian a dubious look. “You trust us?”
“Why wouldn’t I? The Keep is full of saints these days, no offence-”
“None taken,” I reply.
“I checked y’all out online, DRMC and all. Looks like you been doin some real good work for your community. Adonnersure could use more of that kinda heart,” he says earnestly. “Besides, if you screw us over, Mama’ll probably blow up your compound or whatever. She’s real proud of her dramatics.”
I suck in a breath. This woman is sounding a little too much like the Girl Gang.
Dex shares a look with Sniper and myself before clearing his throat. “We have another proposition for you, Damian. How would you feel about prospecting with the club? See if you’d be a good fit.”
He raises a brow, pointing to himself. “Can’t say why you’d think I’d be any good at somethin’ like that.”
“Well, we don’t know yet. You could be good, you could crash and burn. Won’t know ‘til we get to know you better.”
“A’ight then.” With that Damian turns on his heel, whistling as he makes his way into the shack.
“We’ll be back in an hour with your money!” Dex shouts at Damian’s back. He just waves over his shoulder, not a care in the world.
“That is one weird guy,” I murmur, my brothers nodding.
“We need to make a pact to never let Damian’s mom anywhere near the DRMC women,” Dex mutters.
“Or Pops,” Sniper adds in his rough voice.
