Beefcake rubbed a hand across his sweaty head and looked over at me.
I sneered. “What else?”
“The Bangers will want a cut in at some point,” he replied, almost regrettably.
“Thought the Bangers dealt in weapons, not drugs,” I said.
“Let’s just say we’re expanding.”
I nodded, but both of us knew that it wasn’t up to me to answer. It was up to Hardy and the club. “I’ll speak to Hardy,” I finally said. “Put in a good word, and then it’ll go to vote. Not much I can do other than that.”
Beefcake didn’t look totally happy, but he also knew I couldn’t speak for my president or the club. I also knew that it wouldn’t go down well if Hardy said no to cutting in the Bangers, but maybe Dom could help sell it to him. For sure it would work in our favor to have another distributor that side if we’d lost the Reverend.
The Highwaymen had dealt in the gun trade with the Bangers for several years, and up until that point they’d stayed away from drugs. Really, though, it was the next logical step for the club if they wanted to continue to grow—especially since it looked like a hole had been made. Though Beefcake would have problems with some of the older members who had always stated they didn’t want near the drug trade, that wasn’t my problem.
“All right, well, I’m heading out. I’ll look into the Intel and I’ll speak to Hardy as soon as I get back. Might be a couple of days before it goes to vote, though. Brothers are scattered all over at the moment, but I’ll get right on it.” I shook his hand and headed out of the office. “Thanks again for the hospitality.”
I left clubhouse and headed back outside. Everyone was waiting for me, and I climbed on my bike and slipped on my helmet. I looked over at Casa, who still looked sick as a dog, and then I looked over at Dom. He was on his bike and behind him sat Harlow, her arms wrapped around his waist and her tits pushed up against his back.
“You know what you’re doing, brother?” I said, anger and resentment bubbling inside of me for some reason.
“I do,” he replied, holding my gaze and letting me know that it wasn’t up for discussion.
I started my bike and pulled out of the grounds of the clubhouse with my brothers following me. I wasn’t sure why Dom bringing Harlow with him bothered me so much. Perhaps because it was like he was moving on with his life, taking the next leap into the unknown. I’d never thought Dom would take a woman, yet there he was with a sweetbutt on the back of his bike and his head up his ass over her. Couldn’t work it out. Sure, she was beautiful, but so were thousands of other women.
Why her and why the fuck now?
Or maybe I was just a jealous asshole. I had fucked up my life and Laney had left my sorry ass and I was pissed that Dom was finally getting the thing that I’d actually had. Couldn’t blame the man for wanting to be happy. I just wished I could be happy for him too.
