I sat behind my desk, going over the financial reports Monty had given me. We were in better shape than I’d realized. Most of the businesses were in the black, with only two in the red.
The strip club and the tattoo shop.
How the fuck did a strip club run in the red? Especially when you were laundering money through it.
The door to church opened, and B walked in.
“How the fuck is the strip club in the red?” I asked, pinning my VP with a glare.
“Uh... we lost a few dancers when Steele and Stone disappeared.”
I stared at my vice president. Club whores, prospects, and strippers. All vanished when the president and VP did.
“Something’s not adding up here, B.”
“Not much has added up since King left,” he admitted.
“What about the tattoo shop?”
“Keno is running it on his own. Flash took off with Stone. Pierce was killed almost a year ago.”
I sat back in my chair. “What happened?”
Pierce was a good brother. And a damn good artist. I’d had more than a few tattoos done by him. Though most of them had been burned off now.
“Break-in at the shop. Flash found him. But after he took off, a few of us wondered if what we’d been told was the truth.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think Flash killed him?”
B rubbed the back of his neck; it was a stalling tactic. I knew most of these guys and their tells. More than once, Justin joked that I should have become a professional poker player with the way I could read people.
“What don’t I know, B?”
Ambush stuck his head in the door. “You tell him yet?”
“No, we got sidetracked.”
I stood up from my chair. “Tell me what?”
“You have a visitor,” Ambush said. He winced when I heard the booming voice.
“Tell that fuckin’ coward to get his ass out here!”
“Who the fuck is that?” I whispered, moving out from behind my desk. B looked at me with a concerned expression, one mixed with fear and resignation.
“Your father-in-law.”
“Fuck me.” I closed my eyes and dropped my head back.
“You want me to send him in?”
“How many are with him?” I asked, calculating my odds.
“Just one,” Ambush answered.
“I’ll come out. Send a message out and tell every fucking brother to get in the main room. Oh, and make sure they’re armed.”
I couldn’t kill Morgan’s father, but I could fucking threaten him. Hopefully make him think twice before killing me.
