I let them file in while I walked to the head of the table, where Moody was sitting.
“Get up.”
His brows pinched. “What?”
“You heard me. Get the fuck up.”
He stared at me for a long second, then pushed out of the chair, like he couldn’t believe I had the balls.
“The fuck?” he snarled.
I crowded his space, towering over him. “Stand against the fucking wall and don’t say another fucking word.”
His face went red. “You can’t come in here and?—”
Jekyll took one step in his direction, and the pussy took two steps back, moving toward the wall with Slate, Pike, and Ragnar crowding close beside him.
Once everybody else was seated, I planted my hands on the table and looked around the room.
There were a few hard faces staring back at me, mostly Moody and his cabinet huddled in the corner.
The others, they just looked like they were fucking tired.
“Listen up,” I said. “Effective immediately, I’m in charge.”
The room exploded.
“What the fuck?” Moody shouted. “This is my fucking club!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Danger barked, pulling his gun.
That bought me a second of silence.
“This is bullshit!” That came from Slate.
Dollar jumped into action and tossed the stupid fucker to the ground. One crack against his temple and the dumbass was out cold.
“Anyone else have something to say?” I asked.
Fucking crickets.
Giving Dollar a nod, he made quick work of securing Slate’s hands with a thick black zip tie.
With the room silent, the next few minutes played out quick.
Danger grabbed Moody.
Dollar took Pike.
And Jekyll handled Ragnar, who tried to jerk away and earned the butt of Danger’s gun for his trouble.
They zip-tied the three while the room watched in stunned silence.
Moody started up again—cussing and shouting. He clearly hadn’t gotten the memo that this was a hostile takeover.
Shine, who’d been leaning against the wall, quiet as a church mouse, sighed like he was bored. Then he stepped forward and zapped the dumb fuck with a stun gun.
Moody dropped like a sack of bricks.
