He looked around the room, trying to see if there was anyone still sober enough to go with him.Maybe Tulsa.He clapped Race on the back and headed across the room.
The southern boy was laying his charms on thick, and Lynette was eating it up.“Hey.Tulsa.”
Tulsa pulled his face out of the sweet butt’s chest where he’d been nuzzling her cleavage.“Jed.”He smiled and nodded his head.“You comin’ over here to join me while I fuck Lynette?”She was snuggled into his lap, one arm around his shoulder.
“No.Sorry,” he chuckled.“I was coming to see if you wanted to ride over to Bottoms Up with me.Got a call.”
“Oh yeah?”Tulsa’s fun-loving country boy playfulness switched to all business in the blink of an eye.
“You good to ride along?”Jed asked.
“Absolutely.”He patted Lynette’s ass.“Sugar, need you to get up.Gotta take care of business.”He lifted her and handed her off to one of the Horsemen sitting next to him.She smiled and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, appearing fine with the switch.
They piled into Jed’s truck and headed out.He pulled around the strip club to the rear parking lot, entering through the back door.One of the bouncers waited for them outside the office.
“Where is he?”Jed asked.
The bouncer tipped his head toward the door across the hall.“Downstairs.”
Jed gave the bouncer a chin lift and pulled his phone out.He shot off a quick text to let Sadie know that he was running late and wouldn’t be there until later.He had some club business to take care of and didn’t know how long it would take, but he would be there at closing for sure.Stowing his phone, he followed Tulsa down the stairs.
The room was dark except for a single lightbulb shining brightly over the moron sitting in a folding chair beneath it.What the hell?The individual Tom was holding looked to be no more than twenty-one or twenty-two years old and fresh out of college.His clothes were name-brand and high-dollar.His dark hair was clean and cut short.His eyes were wide awake and clear.He must not use his own product.He looked nothing like a drug dealer.Again, what the hell?
“This is the fucker sellin’ shit in our establishment?”Tulsa asked Tom.With his hands shoved into the front pockets of his faded jeans, he circled the kid, the heels of his cowboy boots sounding against the concrete.His friend might come across as easygoing and only out for a good time, but Jed had seen him go nuts on a man for hitting his woman.After he beat the man, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and explained what he thought about a man who hit women.He then told the man what would happen to him if Tulsa ever found out he laid a hand on the woman again.The man pissed his pants and swore to never lay a hand on any woman for as long as he lived.They had all been shocked to find out that he checked up on the man from time to time; nothing crazy, just a slow drive by outside the man’s place of work or his home.
“Yes.One of the bouncers was making his rounds and walked in on this idiot trying to make a sale.”Tom smacked the back of the young man’s head.The kid scowled up at him as he rubbed his head.
“And the ones he was tryin’ to sell this shit to?”Tulsa asked.
“I let them go and told them if they ever tried to do shit like that again, I’d break their hands and ban them for life.”
Tulsa’s frown dipped on a, “Hmm.”Round and round he circled, making Jed dizzy.
“What’s your name?”Jed asked.
“Le—” the kid had to clear his throat before trying again.“Levi.”
“How old are you, Levi?”
“Twenty-one.”
“What possessed you to think that the Sons would be okay with you selling your shit in our club?”Jed crossed his arms, moving closer so the kid was forced to tip his head back to look up at him.
Levi looked at his cut, then frowned as if confused.“Because one of your guys gave it to me with $500 and told me to sell it at Bottoms Up.”
Tulsa shared a look with Jed.What the fuck?One oftheirguys paid him to sell it at Bottoms Up?That made no sense.“What do you mean, one of our guys?”
“He was wearing a vest just like yours and paid me to sell this stuff here.”Levi nervously ran his hands up and down his legs.
“It’s a cut, not a vest,” Tulsa popped him on the back of his head.
Levi’s nostrils flared as he rubbed his head, clearly not a big fan of being smacked.“Okay.He was wearing acut.I’m short on rent this month, and the way the guy talked, it sounded like an easy way to make some money.He even said I could keep the money I made selling this stuff.”
Tom pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to Jed.“This is what we found on him.”
“Just the one bag?”
“Yes.”
