We all nod, and he continues.
“Right now, I plan to keep the staff at Lucky’s as it is, but we’re going to need club supervision. I want to make surethey don’t think we’re slacking on managing the place. That only leads to trouble in the ranks and tempts people to take advantage of the transition.”
“You mean stealing?” Shane asks.
“Wouldn’t be the first time it happened when new owners take over a place. Right now, we’re going to be stretched a little thin watching over everything. We’ve got a great staff at Sonny’s, but it still requires us to make an appearance up there. And at Lucky’s Bar, I want to send a clear signal that the club is involved. I’ll be making up a schedule. It’s gonna require every one of you to do your part.”
We spend another hour talking about club business, then retreat to the big room.
Cole makes a comment about hearing from a contact in Las Vegas that the widow of our club’s attorney has been seen in town again, and they think she may be up to trouble.
“Jocelyn?” Crash asks.
“Yeah,” Cole replies.
“That damn woman just won’t quit,” Shane mutters.
“What are we supposed to do about her?” Wolf asks.
“I don’t know, but between me and Daytona, we’re gonna have to come up with something. This shit can’t continue,” Cole replies.
“Frankly, I’m surprised she’s still at it. Woman who looks like her, I would have thought she’d have moved on by now,” Wolf says. “She was a knockout.”
“Maybe you need to put a man on her,” Crash suggests, his eyes on our president.
“What are you talking about?” Red Dog asks.
“You know, like a bodyguard,” Crash replies.
Cole grins. “Like I did with you and Shannon?”
“That was different; she was in danger.”
“So is Joselyn, if she doesn’t stop. The fucking mob will finish her off and be done with the problem.” Cole drags a hand down his face.
“Can’t blame her for being pissed and wanting revenge. She loved her husband, and they killed him,” Crash replies.
Cole nods and stares at the table.
“Angel would do the same damn thing if they had killed you, and you know it, prez,” Green says.
“Well, if that ever happens, and Angel flies off the handle, I expect one of you to shut that shit down in a hurry.” Cole taps his finger on the table.
“Absolutely,” Wolf agrees.
“So, I thought the FBI thing worked. Wasn’t she convinced?” Billy asks.
“It deterred her for a while. Apparently, she’s gone off the deep end again,” Prez replies.
“Well, you tried to help her. A bunch of times. How many times we gonna save this bitch before we let the mob have her?” Green mutters.
“Maybe I don’t want that on my conscience.” Cole arcs a brow and gives him a pointed stare.
“I still say it’s not our problem,” Green replies.
“It’s our damn problem if our president tells us it is. Now shut the fuck up,” Wolf mutters.
“What she needs is another man, some fresh dick to get her mind off the old one,” Shine states.
