“We’ll be fine. That’s not necessary.”
“I’d drop everything for you if you need me. Work be damned.”
“You have a family. You need that job, Jared. I’ll be fine.”
“This sucks.”
“It does. I know. But maybe it’s for the best. A fresh start, ya know?”
“Yeah. I get that.”
“Tell Mom I love her.”
“I will.”
“Dad, too.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m going to hang up before I start bawling.”
“Okay, kid. Me, too.”
“Bye, Jared.”
“Bye, Brat.” His nickname for me since I was a kid makes the tears flow when I disconnect the phone.
“Mommy?” Tucker whispers from the bed. “What’s wrong?”
I move to him and put my arms around him. “Nothing, honey. I just miss Uncle Jared.”
“It’ll be okay, Mommy.”
I kiss his forehead. “Yes, baby. Everything is going to be okay.”
CHAPTER SIX
Cody—
The gavel slams down, and our president calls the room to order. Cole sits at the head of the table, his eyes moving around the room. I lean against the wall with the other second-generation members, while the older members who are officers sit at the big table.
Wolf leans in his chair. “You agree on a number?”
“Yeah, they took our offer. Lucky’s Bar is officially ours.”
A round of applause and cheers fill the room.
Luckys has been a landmark bar in this town since long before I came along. Its Thursday Bike Nights are legendary. I’ve been to the bar multiple times and always loved the courtyard in the back.
The club buying the place is a big deal.
“What about Marty’s?” Red Dog asks.
“Marty’s Tavern is still in negotiations. He’s looking to retire, and I think eventually he’s going to come down on the price and take our offer. We’ll have to see on that one.”
“So, now we’ve got Sonny’s Gentlemen’s Club, Lucky’s Bar, a piece of Gypsy Soul Tattoo, and soon Marty’s Tavern. That’s a lot,” Crash murmurs.
Cole meets his eyes. “It is. We’re gonna be stretched thin for a while, but in the end, they’re all money makers.”
