What a fucking joke.
How many people died due to alcohol or overdoses versus how many died due to being too damn stoned?
“Agreed, but for now, it ain’t. Despite bein’ limited, the fuckin’ industry’s still a cash cow. The biggest hurdle’s gonna be the strict regulations.”
“Of fuckin’ course they’re strict. Doubt they’d want a bunch of fuckin’ degenerates like us to open one.”
“Speak for yourself,” Zane muttered.
“Ain’t just speakin’ for myself. Your ass might be squeaky fuckin’ clean but the rest of us? Not so much.”
“Shouldn’t be much different than the club ownin’ the gun shop or the bar.”
“Yeah, but those were opened a long fuckin’ time ago. Long before us, brother.” Zeke took another swig of his beer before it turned to lukewarm piss.
“They could still pull our licenses if the state got a wild hair up their asses. We don’t wanna lose those, Zeke. Both bring in some solid scratch. This is one reason why the club needs to keep our shit legit. Ain’t a good look that the head ofour club—that’syou, if you’ve forgotten—thinks prison cells got a revolvin’ fuckin’ door.”
Zeke guzzled the rest of his beer, slammed the pint glass on the bar top, and let out a loud belch. “Ain’t ever goin’ back.”
Zane snorted. “Yeah, right. You said that last time. And the time before that. And the?—”
“Got your fuckin’ point. Mean it this time. Don’t wanna lose my spot at the head of the table.”
“That’s the most important reason to keep your ass outta prison?”
Zeke might have a new reason to keep his shit straight, but until he got confirmation on his suspicion, he wasn’t saying dick. “Didn’t say it was the only reason. Any-fuckin’-way, think we got enough scratch for that shit?”
“Guess we need to ask Cruz. As the fuckin’ treasurer, he should know that info.”
Heshould. Didn’t mean he did. “Then fuckin’ ask him. If we can swing it, set up a meet with the rest of the officers. Bring all the details so we can vote on it.”
Zane grinned. “Sounds like you think it’s a good idea.”
“Think it’s a genius fuckin’ idea.” Zeke didn’t mind giving credit where credit was due. “And we’ll get more benefit than just scratch out of it.”
Zane groaned. “Just remember it’s a highly regulated industry. We’re gonna have to deal with a lotta red tape and bureaucracy bullshit.”
“That’s why we got club attorneys.” Zeke added a huge grin.
Rage’s mother used to be their sole attorney, but now they had two. Dawg’s daughter, Lily, and Linc’s daughter, Adrianna, had taken over Kiki’s former law firm and were doing a damngood job at it, too.
“They’re attorneys, not goddamn government whisperers.”
“They’re both smart, ruthless, and relentless. That’s why the club covered their damn education. Have a sit down with Lily, see what she says, and present it at the table.”
“You for it, even if openin’ it’s gonna be a pain in the ass?”
“Fuck yeah. It’s a fuckin’ cash business. Can’t get better than that.”
“But it’ll be like the gun shop where we gotta hire people without a record.”
Zeke shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Let Lily go over the small details. She ain’t gonna blow smoke up our asses if it’s outta our reach.”
The swinging door from the commercial kitchen opened and a head peeked around it. “Hey, Prez, Kyra’s looking for you.”
What the fuck?
Coop, one of The Iron Horse’s managers and an OG, said, “Thought she booked it outta town after she caught Bunny suckin’ your dick.”
