Val had a point, one that Christopher never considered. “I’ll see,” he grunted. His hatred of school began in childhood and hadn’t changed, even though he now had his GED. “By the way, thank you for doin’ your swab early.”
Christopher hadn’t known what the fuck to do with himself, so he’d had the motherfucker who would handle the DNA tests come to the club and swab several motherfuckers, himself included. It would take away some of the fucking pressure of Wednesday night.
“No problem, Prez. Puff did hers, too. I think Fee, Cash, and Stretch did theirs.”
“Yeah, Diesel and Jana was swabbed, too.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah, Ima get CJ to do it later.” Done talking about that, Christopher pointed to the paper Valseemed to have forgotten about, even though he still held it. “What you think? A big shipment of guns and drugs that we have to move all points east, north, south, and west. Big payout.”
“Bigger risk, though.”
Sighing, Christopher scratched his jaw. “I know, brother. It would be a huge operation that involved half the club, which is why I wish those two missing motherfuckers were here. I’d have to hit the road, too.”
“For me, it all depends,” Val said.
Christopher lifted a brow. “On what?”
“As soon as I know more, I’ll tell you,” he said mysteriously. “If I can’t do it, I’ll plan the route, but I think Torrin’s next in line to handle a big job.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, Prez. We both know Diesel would want to go. Meggie’ll have a fit if both you and Diesel on this, but there’s no way around giving it to Torrin. It’s on the roster. Diesel and Torrin have each other’s backs on runs.”
“We need to hurry up Diesel’s fuckin’ weddin’. I’ll tell him how much I want grandchildren. That’ll get him to stay.”
Val laughed. “Maybe if it was another chick. Diesel barely spent time with Jana at his party.”
That motherfucker spent too much time with herafterthe fucking party.
“What if you stay and Diesel go?”
“Val, we talkin’ millions of fuckin’ dollars. Pullin’ in other chapters. How the fuck can I askmotherfuckers to risk themselves if I ain’t willin’ to do it myfuckinself?”
“It’ll be a good payout for the brothers.”
And the individual chapters. The ones who participated would get a bigger cut, but it would still be financially beneficial to everyone.
“What about Bash? Since we signing peace agreements and you’ve accepted him as your brother, you fillin’ him in?”
“Not yet, so maybe it’s good Johnnie’s not here. He’d open his fuckin’ mouth.”
“Is there a reason you don’t want Bash to know?”
“I got to see if he trustworthy enough and I know he’d want in for a bigger cut.” That wasn’t the only reason. It was originally a deal for the American Scorpions that Christopher heard about through the grapevine when he was still planning to kill Bash. He set up a meeting with the head motherfucker just to put out feelers and a week later, the guy called him. It was a back-and-forth thing until this morning, when he confirmed he wanted the Death Dwellers to do the job. To Christopher’s way of thinking, it was better for his club to handle all the merchandise involved, especially the drugs. Bash would’ve fucked up whereas Christopher could make money and share it, benefiting everyone. “If he fuck with the merchandise, that put a target on our fuckin’ backs. I ain’t cuttin’ him out. I’m just assessin’ what the fuck’s best.”
“I thought hitting them was better and taking them out. Once Johnnie know and he let Bash in on the secret, that motherfucker might think you intentionally trying to fuck over him. Then what? Money make motherfuckers stupid.”
Especially that amount. “I got to finalize all the details. I have another meetin’ next week.” Christopher sighed. “Let me work out the rest of the details, Val. I’ll let you know.”
Val nodded. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that, but you never steered us wrong before.”
Christopher hoped his luck continued. Or, maybe, he was unduly risking the club as a goodbye. He wasn’t sure. Fuck, he’d think on that later, too. He stood. “Come to the conference room with me. I want to show you something.”
“You want me to hold onto this?” Val fluttered the paper.
“Leave it on my desk. We never leave paper trails like that.” Or emails and texts. “As soon as everything worked out, I’m burning that sheet.”
