Genie raises his hand. “Ace and Pippa have been looking at alternatives. Reckon we might have found something better than before.” Freak swears loudly and slams his hand down on the table. Genie’s eyes narrow. “As his fuckin’ dad, if you don’t want him working with us, then keep him under control. What am I supposed to do when he comes in with ideas?”
“Send him a-fuckin’way,” Freak growls. “I don’t want him anywhere near club business.”
Looking upward, then back down, Genie sighs loudly. “You should be grateful Pippa’s keeping a close eye on him. Fuck knows what he’d get up to left on his own. We could end up with the Feds knocking at the door.”
“Better fuckin’ not,” Bullseye growls.
Freak’s teenage son is a fucking genius, who knows his way around computer systems, even those locked up as tight as Fort Knox. Pippa is ex-Secret Service and knows how to hunt down hackers from the other side of the law. If anyone can teach Ace how to be safe while online, then it’s Pippa.
After raising his hands in the air, capitulating without words, Bullseye looks around the table. “Okay, I’ll make contact with Wrecker, the MDMC prez, once I get the details. Anyone have anything else to say before I let Short go?” He gives a half-grin, half-grimace as he levels his stare at me. “You look dead on your feet, Brother.”
That about sums up how I’m feeling. Maybe I did discharge myself too soon.
Saint grins. “Got to wrap this up anyway. He’s got his personal medical staff coming in to change his bandages soon.”
Frowning, I raise an eyebrow his way.
Saint chuckles. “Yeah, just got a text. Doc and Bronwyn are on their way in.”
