Lucky tilted his head. “Family. The Furies have always been a family-run club, different from other organizations—loyal to the Cummings. You know?”
“I guess.”
“Not that he’d ever say it, but Rocky misses your father and Carl Junior.”
Finn nearlyspat into his beer but stopped himself just in time. “You think he misses the old man and Carl?”
Lucky took a large slug of his drink, nearly draining the bottle in a single gulp. “Uh-huh. It’s not easy running the cycle shop by himself and taking care of club business.”
“Isn’t that what he has Stack for? And Blue. And you.”
“We all have a part to play, sure, but the responsibility falls onRocky’s shoulders.”
“Well, he should have thought of that when he made a bid for leadership.”And fucked over Carl.
“I told you, there’s always been a Cummings running things at the club. The Soldiers of Fury and the Cummings name go hand in hand. Shit, if something ever happens to Rocky—touch wood”—Lucky knocked his knuckles against his skull—“I’m sure you’d get the support to be voted in tothe top spot.”
Jesus, as if I ever want that to happen!Finn fought to keep the disgust from his face and changed the subject.
“Anyway, enough about that. I’m sure Rocky doesn’t want us talking about his eventual demise. You want to tell me about this deal you’ve got going on and what you need from me?”
“We’ve got a delivery that’ll be clearing customs soon.”
Lucky took a swig from his bottle,his remaining fingers gripping the neck in what was obviously a practiced hold. Finn caught himself staring and immediately turned his attention to his own bottle.
“And you need my involvement somehow?” Finn knew the Furies played a strong role in getting drugs into the hands of low-level dealers on the streets, but his blood ran cold at the thought of them being involved in directly smugglinginto the country. He thought they were lower on the food chain, not importing the goddamn stuff.
Lucky placed the bottle on the coffee table and leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the leather couch. His relaxed posture was in direct contrast to the tension pulling at Finn’s shoulders.
“Nah,” Lucky responded. “Not really. We’ve done this before, and it should all go smoothly.But once the stuff has arrived, we’ll need all hands on deck. This is the biggest shipment we’ve dealt with.”
Finn glanced across the room. Mitch was bent over the pool table, his face tilted up as he laughed at something the guy he was playing with said. Music drifted in from open patio doors that led from the living room into the backyard. A couple of girls were preparing food at the kitchenisland bench. And Finn was discussing drug dealing while sipping a lager. Even though he knew what his fucking family was involved in, the whole thing felt surreal. He returned his gaze to Mitch, and at that moment, Mitch looked up, his brown eyes crinkling as he smiled at Finn.
“Finn?” Lucky elbowed him, drawing his attention.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Can you manage without Stack and Bluefor a couple of days? Rocky said you’d spent enough time with them and knew enough about the workings of the business to keep an eye on things for a short time.”
“I guess so.” Finn leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and gave Lucky his full attention. “What will you guys be doing?”
“Rocky wants the boys to provide an extra level of security during transit. There’s been some shit going down.That’s why he’s got the new guy looking after you.”
“Shit, Lucky. I don’t need anyone taking care of me. I’m not a goddamn kid.” The last thing Finn wanted was everyone to think he was weak, and it pissed him off that Lucky, a man he’d never even met before, had made assumptions about the type of man Finn was.
“Maybe. Maybe not. But these guys don’t play nice, and as a Cummings, you’re fairgame. Taking you down would send a strong message, and Rocky can’t afford to take any chances.”
Finn’s attention was momentarily drawn to Mitch as he and the guy he’d been playing pool with sat on the couch opposite, just the coffee table separating them.
He turned back to Lucky. “He really thinks something would happen to me?”
“Fuck yeah. There’s word on the street that the Brutes have anagenda, one that includes taking out Rocky’s top guys, but you’d be the icing on the cake.”
Finn’s blood ran cold. Being part of the club was always dangerous, but to know there was a specific threat was unsettling. Why hadn’t Rocky said anything?Probably thinks I’m too pansy arsed to take care of myself.
“Yeah, well, whatever is going on, I can handle it.”
“I’m sure you can.” The smirk onLucky’s face said he felt anything but. “You just stay in the office and do whatever Rocky tells you, and I’m sure things will be fine.”
Fine.That wasn’t exactly the word Finn would use.
“So when’s all this happening? And where?”
“Next week or so. Specifics are need-to-know.”
“But here in Sydney?”
“Like I said, ‘need-to-know.’ I’d suggest you talk to your brother if you want to know anythingelse.”
Despite a few more questions, he wasn’t able to glean additional information from Lucky. It looked like he’d have to bite the bullet and talk to Rocky.
