“Yes, Prez?” he asks leaning forward in his seat.
“You think you can keep your dick in your pants?” Tank gives him a confused look but doesn’t respond.
“For fucks sake. Need you to talk to the girls at the club, tell them enough information so they understand there’s an issue, but don’t fucking give them too many details. Go over their start and finish times with Lou, arrange pick-ups and drop offs with them. Use the prospects, but not Dylan, he’s on Wrath’s girl until we say otherwise.”
I give Nitro a nod, I’m grateful he kept the kid on her, but I’m not amused he called her my girl.
Tanks laughs and grabs his dick. “Don’t worry Prez, I’ll make sure they’re all satisfied with their pick-ups and drop offs.”
A few of the guys start to laugh but stop when they see the look on Nitro’s face.
“I’m fucking serious Tank. Don’t piss me off.”
Tank nods, the smile dropping from his face. “Understood Prez.”
“Ice, I’ll let you manage this. You need me, you know where to find me.”
“Thanks Prez.”
“Any questions?”
Everyone shakes their heads. We’re all clear on what happens next. Nitro slams the gavel down. “Alright, now get the fuck out. VP, not you.”
As the brothers file out of the room, I lean back in my seat waiting to see what’s on his mind. The silence hangs over us for several minutes before he finally relents.
“How long are we leaving Dylan on your girl for?”
He smirks as I shake my head at him.
“She ain’t my girl brother, we’re just having fun.”
“Does she know that?”
I chew the inside of my cheek, a sliver of shame washing over me. “We haven’t really had a chance to discuss it.”
He chuckles and takes a drag of his cigarette when a knock on the door draws our attention. He shifts slightly in his seat as the door opens, and in walks the sister of one of the brothers; I still haven’t found out which. I should really get to know everyone around here. For a club princess, she’s pretty quiet. With her head dipped low, she places a couple of bottles of beer on the table for Nitro and me.
“Thanks,” I tell her, and she gives me a small smile before throwing a quick glance at Nitro, her cheeks turn pink when she realises he’s watching her intently. With a smile, she turns onher heel and scurries out the door, making sure to close it behind her.
“What the fuck is going on with you two?’ I ask.
“Nothing,” he bites out, his eyes fixed on the closed door.
“Brother,” my tone leaving no question that it’s a warning.
“Fuck. Nothing, ok? Nothing is going on. She’s a fucking club princess and too young.”
I scoff out a laugh and he throw’s daggers my way.
“How old is she exactly?” I ask.
He blows out a breath and grabs for his bottle, downing half of it in one go.
“She’s nineteen and Grinder’s daughter,” he tells me.
I grab for my bottle and take a small sip. Placing it back on the table I run my finger down the side, clearing away some of the condensation.
“Grinder. He’s one of the older generation, and not really around much, right?”
