“That’s a damn good idea, but the space next door would need to be available,” Zane said.
“Wouldn’t be too difficult to make that bike shop move. Just a little arm twistin’,” Zeke said.
“Business is pretty fuckin’ slow there. The right offer could make him move,” Wheels suggested.
“A little arm twistin’ is free,” Rage put out there.
“And since we’d need to have security in place for the dispensary, they could also keep an eye on the bakery,” Wheels added.
“Likin’ this idea more and fuckin’ more.” Zeke stared at the carved logo in the center of the table. This kind of shit was the future of the club.
“You ain’t the only fuckin’ one.” Wheels pretended to smoke a joint.
“You think the OGs will go for it if we brought it to the membership for a vote?” Zane asked.
Of course he’d ask that. He wouldn’t want to upsetMommy and Daddy. Even though he was about to turn fucking thirty.
“Fuck yeah. It’s profitable. It’s legal. And they all smoke fuckin’ weed. They mighta lied to us when we were kids and say they didn’t, but we know they fuckin’ did and still do.”
“Gotta have a medical card to buy it,” Cruz reminded him.
Zeke shrugged. “Ain’t hard to get one. Hell, too bad nobody’s a doctor among us. We could really fuckin’ clean up. Sell them their prescription, sell them the meds, then feed their hungry asses.” He had another thought. “Can we get away with sellin’ cupcakes at the dispensary?”
Wheels grinned. “How ‘bout pot brownies at the bakery?”
“How ‘bout havin’ them make pot brownies for us?” Zeke loved a good brownie.
“All right. We’re gettin’ off track again. We wanna vote on this?” Zane asked.
Zeke heard somefuckyeahs.
“As long as we can swing all the scratch,” Cruz answered. “The tight regulations are gonna suck, though.”
Zeke assured them, “Amount of scratch we can rake in will make that pain worth it.”
“I vote for puttin’ it next to the bakery,” Wheels said.
Cruz shook his head. “Did you fuckers miss the part about zoning? This kinda business is gonna need to be in an approved spot. ‘Specially since a lot of tight asses in this town won’t want it near them.”
Neither would schools. “Fuck, that mean’s the bike shop’s out. No way they’re gonna let it go in the center of town.” Of course that fucking sucked since Sophie’s Sweet Treats sat on prime real estate with lots of foot and vehicle traffic.
“It’s medical pot. Ain’t a crack house,” Rage grumbled.
Wheels mentioned, “Still got clueless people out there thinkin’ pot’s a gateway drug.”
Chaos snorted. “For what? Peace and fuckin’ happiness? Goddamn pain relief? Shit’s less dangerous than booze.”
Wheels chuckled. “Yeah, just look at our prez. After he smokes, he’s lookin’ for munchies and pussy to fall into. After booze, he’s out there lookin’ for a goddamn fight.”
“Ain’t gonna argue that,” Zeke muttered.
“Wonder if we can put it near Heaven’s Angels?” Rage asked. “That area might be zoned for that shit.”
“Good idea. Gonna get Lily to check,” Zane said. “But she’s gonna get cranky since we’re makin’ her law firm do all this legwork.”
“They benefit,” Chaos reminded him. “Not only that, but they work their asses off defendin’ Trouble. He’s their best client.”
Wheels huffed, “More like worst client ‘cause he don’t pay shit.”
