“Yeah, she’s fucking something else. Mind I’m surprised she waited so long before coming onto you.”
I reach forward and grab my coffee, burning my mouth as I take a sip.
“Why the fuck do you keep her around if there’s so many who don’t like her?”
“She seems to keep a couple of the boys happy, as long as she’s not causing drama, she’s good to stay.”
I let out a sigh.
“What?” he asks dropping his feet to the floor and sitting forward.
“I dunno brother, there’s something about her that just doesn’t sit right with me. As long as she stays away from me, we won’t have a problem.”
“You want her gone brother; she’s gone. I trust you.”
I shake my head. “Nah, let’s just let it play out for a bit, if she pushes too far, I’ll throw her out myself. Anyway.” I turn to face him, ready to give him some names of the brothers I think should be moved.
“The old guard are keen to move out of major roles pretty soon. I’m hoping you have at least a couple of names for me so we can get the ball rolling in the next couple of weeks.”
I sit forward, rest my arms on the table, and give him a smile and wink.
“I do, brother. Tongue, quiet mother fucker, always watching, and fucking deadly when needed. He’s your Enforcer. I also think that Blades should be a Second Enforcer.”
“Blades, really? I would have thought you’d say Tank.”
“I thought about it, but Blades is intimidating and one hell of a shot. Have you ever known him to miss his target when he throws that damn knife?” It wasn’t a question. Blades never misses. He’s been throwing knives since he was seven, started out as fun, but when he killed his first man at age twelve by throwing a pen knife of all things it became his thing.
“Tank needs to be the money man. He’s gonna fucking hate it, but that man is a fucking whizz with numbers.”
Nitro nods, his eyes focused somewhere else in the room like he’s weighing up what I’ve given him. It’s more than a minute before he turns to me and smiles.
“Good. Just a need to fill Secretary now and we’re done. Thanks, brother. I appreciate your support on this.”
I sit back in my seat, as we spend the next two hours planning the promotions and the impending party that will follow. I inwardly smile, knowing that I’m going to do good here. That this move is going to give me the satisfaction I need.
Chapter
Twenty
I’m almost packed up. My entire life fitting into one large rental van. This time next week I’ll be in London.
Happy with how far Andrew has come along, the paper has let me out of my contract early. I spent last weekend in London looking at flats. I found one that I can move into right away on a temporary basis until I find something a little more permanent. Here’s hoping I find something sooner rather than later though, the place I’m moving to isn’t in the best area.
I take a sip of my iced coffee and flick through social media on my phone, not that I use it all that much. But right now, I just need something to distract me from my big move and a break from the packing. I should have everything boxed up by tomorrow morning, apart from the last few items I’ll need before I leave in two days.
I’m so distracted by my phone that I jump when someone pulls the chair out next to me.
“Woah, sorry Flex, didn’t mean to startle you.” I look up to see Brick sliding into the seat next to me, a hot cup of coffee in his hand.
I smile at him as I feel a hand on my shoulder, turning I see Knuckles standing over me. “You want another drink?” I shakemy head at him, and he takes off toward the counter with a smile.
I turn back to Brick and give him a curious look. He leans back in his chair and shrugs his shoulders before taking a sip of his drink.
I never thought I’d find myself sitting in silence at a coffee table with a biker, let alone be comfortable with it. But there is something about these guys. They have a way of making you feel safe, making you feel like you can trust them. Ever since they stopped me outside of work a couple of weeks ago, they’ve been around me a lot more.
Knuckles moves the chair from the opposite side of the table, putting the back against the wall and bringing it closer to me before sliding into it. He leans back, his eyes scanning the café and the surrounding streets. That’s one thing I’ve noticed about these guys, their eyes are always scanning their surroundings, and they tend to stick as close to the wall as possible.
“Er guys. As much as I enjoy the silence of your company, what exactly are you doing here?”
