Page 95 of Sling’s Awakening

Now that catches my attention.

“Run what through smoothly?” I take the bait.

It might be stupid, but I would rather know what’s going on in this town than find out some shady shit is happening under our noses and it comes back to bite the club in the ass.

I can feel my brothers closing in around me after hearing the turn in conversation.

Russ looks around again.

Who is he looking for?

“There’s no one here but the Saint’s Outlaws MC, Russ,” I tell him, hoping he will stop acting paranoid as fuck and spit it out.

He doesn’t.

“You never know who is listening,” he rushes out.

“I think that might be the drugs talking, buddy,” Mountain says, making all of us snort.

Someone had to tell him.

“No one but us is fucking listening, and if they are, I’ll fucking shoot them.” I raise my brows at him. “Good enough?”

Russ seems to think it over before quickly nodding his head.

“What are you trying to run?” I ask again. I’m starting to lose my patience with this.

Russ leans in as he lowers his voice to a harsh whisper. “Drugs.”

Shit.

“Through where?” I ask.

I’ve done my fair share of random shit in clubs back in the day, but it’s never come for the club itself.

He’s a fucking idiot if he’s selling out of the club. You’re just asking to get popped.

“The club,” he answers, still talking in the same volume. “My supplier sneaks them into the liquor bottle shipment, but some of my employees have noticed the messed-up inventory.”

My face stays even, but my body grows tense as I connect the dots.

Blake.

He’s talking about Blake.

“What kind of drugs are we talking about?”

Russ mumbles something, not meeting my eyes.

“What?” I ask, my voice raising because I’m at my wit’s end with this guy.

Be a man and spit it the fuck out.

Judging by the way he’s acting, it’s more than weed. I doubt any of the girls would be freaked out over that and it would fucking reek in there.

He clears his throat. “Cocaine.”

This motherfucker.