“Jesus,” Hank said and turned his glare onto his niece.“You will not, I repeat, young lady, you will not be teaching my daughters how to use nun-chucks.”
Jorja shrugged.“Too late, Sharon already knows how.”She sat up quickly, kissed her father’s cheek, then hopped off his lap.“I’m not hangry any more, Mama, we can go.”
She walked around the table and fist bumped every man there, then went to the other side and did the same with the people she had just met.Once she and the women were gone, Colt hung his head and shook it.
“If what you’re going to be doing can continue to protect that, then I’ll answer any questions you may have, and I will give you my personal cell phone number to call me anytime with any questions you may have, just say you’re from Tainted Shield, and I’ll help with whatever I can.”He withdrew several business cards and passed them out.After he did that, he again set his gun on the table and stretched his legs out before him.
Chapter 3
“Iknow you hate me, Matthews,” Paul said as he nodded to the gun on the table.“But do you really need to pull out the firearms to try to intimidate me?I thought you just said you’d help us in anyway.”
“What?”Colt asked in shock, then saw all the guns on the table.“Sorry, I only removed mine because my leg is cramping, and the firearm wasn’t helping.”He looked over at Witt with a wry smile.“You need to get new chairs.”
“Since these chairs are for the kids when they’re here for summer camp, then you’ll have to deal.”
Colt smirked, and shook his head as he turned back to Paul.“Sorry, about the fire arm, but you know about my leg.Anyway, back to our conversation before the Jorja tornado rolled in, I didn’t mean that you have to die in real life, I’m talking about you should die on paper.”
“Why?”
“Think about it.I’m sure by being with those one percenters for the last two years, they know you as a biker named Psycho, and I’m sure you acted like one while with them.I’m not saying this to be mean, but with that tattoo in the center of your forehead, it gives you the look of a psycho.”
“Yeah,” Paul said as he reached up and rubbed the tattoo in the center of his forehead.“Believe it or not, I had no choice in getting this, it wasn’t my idea.”
“What happened?”
“One night, the president got a bug up his ass about my scar, he asked me about it, and I actually told him the truth.I told him I was shot, but because of the metal plate in my head, it didn’t go further than that.He jumped to his feet, punched me in the mouth, and when I fell to my knees, he had his men hold me down, and when they let me up, I had this tattoo.”
“Damn, and because you were new to their club, you couldn’t do anything, right?Were you a striker?”
“Yes, and I couldn’t do anything, not if I didn’t want it revealed who I was.”
“Where are they now?”
“Jail, awaiting trial.There’s enough evidence against them that they shouldn’t be getting out for a good twenty or more years.”He looked at Colt with an evil grin.“If our evidence won’t hold them for that long, then the RICO case against them will.”
“What was your club name with them?”
