“By destroying his life piece by piece,” he laughs. I can’t help myself. I laugh with him. Something about Allen tells me that he can back up everything he’s promising me. I’m here for it. I’m finally going to get everything coming to me. BB and his familywill pay me more money and if they’re lucky, I’ll call Allen off before they lose everything that matters to them.
Or at least I’ll pretend to …
Chapter 20
BB
“Yo,B. I need to see you for a minute.”
I frown when King walks over. I’m in the main room of the club. It’s kind of shit. Hell, the basement that Beau set up for the boys looks like a freaking palace compared to the club. Then, again, Beau has set about spoiling my boy. We’ve only lived there a week and every single day there’s something waiting for Ty. The first day she had framed his autographed Parker Huntington jersey and hung it over his bed. The second day she made chicken parmesan for dinner because she knew it was his favorite. I can’t complain because she made a chocolate dessert too, and although Ty liked it, that was for me. Day three through five included new bedding and paint for his walls. Beau—of course—helped him paint and is doing a custom mural on his wall of The Great American Ball Park—home of the Cincinnati Reds. This is Ty’s favorite team and in the middle of the field she’s sketching none other than Pete Rose. My son can’t wrap his head around how special it is and honestly neither can I.
Beau and I are also getting closer. We don’t see each other that much through the day. My favorite part of the day is dinner with her and Ty. We do sleep together every night, but there’s been no actual sex. Sure, she’s gotten me off with her hand andmouth. I’ve done the same with her—but nothing else. I’m more than ready. Shit, I feel like I’m about to explode. Beau’s not giving out the signals that I need, though. I know I pushed it by moving in with her. I’m going to allow her time to adjust to everything, before I press for even more. At least that’s the plan. My dick isn’t exactly agreeing.
I push thoughts of fucking my woman aside as I walk into the room where we have all our meetings—what we call church—to talk with King. It still feels more than a little weird to have him in charge instead of Skull. I like the guy and he’s doing shit that’s needed doing for a while—shit I didn’t want to tackle and was afraid that I’d have to. I’m good with how things are. Everyone seems happier—even Dad and Skull.
“What’s up?” I ask as I plop down in a chair beside King.
He throws some papers down on the pine tabletop. I frown, staring at them. “We’ve got a problem,” he says.
I grab the papers and notice it’s a very thick police warrant. “What the hell is it?
“Adam gave us a heads up. Someone called in anonymously and reported that the club was seen picking up a load of drugs out by the rehab center.”
“Motherfucker. When are they serving the warrant?”
“Adam said they were coming this evening. That’s as much as he could delay it.”
“Does it matter? The club isn’t involved in drugs. It’s not like they’re going to find shit,” I reason, as I go through the paperwork. I want to see if there are any clues to who called to report the club.
“I’ve already had the boys going through shit to make sure.”
“And nothing was found,” I half-laugh. “We’re going to have to find out who’s pissed off at the club?—”
“I don’t think it’s the club they’re pissed at.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
He reaches down in the floor and pulls up a small box, putting it on the table. He reaches inside and shock hits me when I see four kilos of wrapped coke. “What the fuck? Who would bring that on club grounds?” I growl. Our club may not have a spotless history, but we don’t deal with hard drugs. We never have. “Son of a bitch! Is this how you are planning on digging us out of the hole we’re in? If this is your scheme, I demand a fucking vote.”
“Set your ass down,” King snaps. “We may not know each other very well, but if you’re going to remain my second then you’re going to have to get your head out of your ass. I’ve got a family—a wife and a baby girl that I adore. They own me body and soul. I would never do shit that will harm them in anyway. You got that?”
“Yeah. I shouldn’t have said that shit. I’m just confused as fuck. What is going on and why is that on club property?” I bark. He’s right for getting on my ass. I know he’d never get involved with crap that might harm Gabby or little Etta. When it comes to King, the sun rises and sets on his wife and daughter. That’s not unlike how I feel these days when it comes to Beau. Ty has always been the center of my universe. Now, Beau is right there with him.
“This shit was found in two different spots here at the club. I suspect there’s a third and Pez is in there right now dealing with that.”
“Where was it?”
“It’s just like you said, King. We found it in his fucking saddle bags,” Pez grumbles, marching inside the room.
“Whose saddle bags?” I ask when I realize Pez is carrying some dime bags of coke.
“That would be yours,” King deadpans. I jerk, the chair I’m sitting in scoots from the harshness of the motion.
I jump up. “No fucking way!” I growl, feeling like I want to crawl out of my skin. “That’s not mine. I’ve never seen that shit!”
“And this?” King asks pointing to the kilos of coke in front of him.
“If that crap was mine, I wouldn’t still be paying off the fucking club for a loan to get rid of my damn ex. You don’t know me, but I think you get by how I questioned you about the coke, that I don’t want that fucking trash near my family or me.”
