"Shotgun built a clinic?" Dragon asked, one eyebrow cocked.
"Yeah. You know he's some big-time surgeon—well, he was in Miami. But he moved to Orlando, and instead of taking up a job at a hospital, he decided to go into business for himself. Partly because the income would be his own, and secondly, according to him, it's a perfect place to deal our drug," Richie said.
"Damn, the Lords sure know how to flip a motherfucker," Dragon laughed as he thought about him making Richie—a socialite—his. TT turning a DEA agent and Gina making a prestigious doctor a drug dealer.
"Our charm can't be defeated," TT said.
"Hell yeah, brother," Dragon said, and he and TT shared the club handshake while the two prospects rolled their eyes.
"Your egos can't be defeated," Ajay remarked.
"I second that, especially with this one." Richie pointed at Dragon with his thumb.
Dragon laughed. "Shit, had they busted your ass there, you wouldn't have gotten a bullet."
"They would have given him at least five years or more," Ajay added.
"Good they didn't," Richie said, then continued the story. "Anyway, I paid two people to take the drug. I was pretty certain they wouldn't die from it. I'd run plenty of tests on rats, and they were all good."
"Did the rats get horny?"
Richie nodded. "It was kind of gross too. I take it back; one rat did die from fucking too much."
Both Dragon and TT burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Ajay asked.
"I'm sorry... I'm just imagining a rat fucking himself into a heart attack," TT said.
"Motherfucker died happy," Dragon added. "That's how I want to go in my old, old age."
"Either that or in your sleep," Richie said with a chuckle. "Anyway, the humans had the same reaction I did. They were really thirsty after the effects wore off and a little queasy. I made some adjustments, and they took it again and said they had the best sex of their lives while high off it. I ran tests on their health, and they were just fine. Actually, their skin and hair looked better, so that's a benefit. It cleared my skin up a little after I took just one dose."
"I can tell, but you always look fucking amazing to me," Dragon complimented. "So, how did the drug make you feel?"
"Fantastic. Oh my god, I felt like I could kick the Hulk's ass and then fuck until the sun rose. Everything was amplified, and I was so happy. Burger took me upstairs, and he had to lock me in the bathroom because I was tripping so hard," Richie said.
"Yeah, I heard. He knew better than to touch you," Dragon said.
"Oh, stop it," Richie slapped Dragon's thigh.
"Well, this drug is about to have every member of the Lords with deep pockets," TT said.
"The Castiellos are going to want their cut. Our partnership expanded thanks to this whole war," Dragon said.
"That goes without saying," Ajay said. "They'll probably want their cut based on mass production."
"As if we can't do that ourselves," TT fussed.
"Naw, TT... we'll need them. We're a badass biker club, but we are still small fish in this business where Rico and others like him rule," Dragon said.
"Not to mention, we're going to need powerful backing because once other cartels and outfits get wind of what we have and how much money we're making, we'll be targets," Ajay said.
The SUV became quiet as everyone mulled over those words and the meaning behind them. There was always going to be someone wanting a piece of their pie. Having powerful allies who could keep them out of prison and alive was going to be imperative.
"What's the club been up to?" TT asked.
"Not many parties. I mean, the last party we had was for Beast when he got out," Richie said.
