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“No?”
“No.”
“Do you think if I were a tie-wearing-nine-to-fiver I’d be dealing with this shit?” He drops his hands to his side and turns to me. Pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he leans against the pole, bringing one of his bare feet to lean against the wood. The thin T-shirt does nothing to hide the muscle beneath it. I’d never think something so strong would feel so smooth, but his body, his skin, it’s one of the softest things I’ve ever touched.
“I think that they’d still want to make sure that this is the best place for the kids. Working a nine to five job doesn’t make you a good person or the better choice. It makes you a man who works nine to five.”
“I have to disagree with you, Sweet Ass. We’re fighting an uphill battle because of me being who I am.”
“You’re their family, and that has to have some sort of power.”
“You and I both know that doesn’t mean a thing. We both know our own blood family isn’t always what’s best for us.”
He’s right, but I don’t want him to think like that. I want him to believe that he’s the best choice here.
“Yo, Lick!” Hawk’s voice has us both turning and searching the yard. He’s standing on the opposite side of the yard behind the chain link fence. “We’ve been trying to call you.” Lick pats his jeans, looking for his phone. “Cut’s called Jury. He wants it to happen now.”
“It’s fine,” I tell Lick. “I’ll let them know you had business. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”
“I’m not sure how long it’s gonna take.”
“They don’t plan on telling us anything tonight, so go on. I’ll take care of things here.”
“I ain’t got no fucking boots. Or fucking socks for that matter.” He looks down as he pulls his jeans up wiggling his toes.
I smile. “There’s a pair in the garage. They’re old, but they should work.”
He nods his head before approaching me. Bending down, he leans into my space as his fingers slowly move into my hair at the nape of my neck. My eyes close.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” My voice is soft.
“For allowing me to be your first. For showing me the beauty in something I’ve only seen as ugly.” He sighs. “For everything.”
He presses his lips to my forehead before taking a step back, leaving me alone.
Stepping foot into Jury, I notice it’s a full house. We’ve got most of our members around the table. I pull out a seat, I drop my ass in the chair to the right of Cut. Hawk stands in the corner of the room, arms folded across his chest. Our club is the most unconventional MC club I’ve ever known. Once Cut took over, and the numbers dwindled, we didn’t see a need for official titles. Cut is the president, and his word goes, but we pretty much agree on most issues brought forth. But now, with the numbers increasing and members coming over from other charters who’ve held official titles, things need to change.
I’ve always been the one who strong arms. It comes naturally to me, and if I’m honest, I get off on hurting people. The power and control I feel when I hear their limbs snap, or when I feel the warmth of their blood spray against my skin, makes me fucking hard. So naturally and unofficially, I’ve been the club’s Sergeant at Arms. It doesn’t happen that often, but when we’re looking for our bounty I’m needed.
“This has been a long time coming,” Cut says as he looks around the room. “This club is growing in size, and our reputation is becoming well known. So much so that New York’s Mafia has officially reached out to us.”
There are grunts from around the room, giving praise to Cut.
“This is going to be a more invasive case. It’s going to take time and a lot of work on our end to stay hidden as we find the rat the mafia is requesting. Dyke,” he regards our hacker, “I know you’ve been dabbling here and there, trying to find him, but now you can go full bore to get this son of a bitch.”
“No problem. I’ll hit it hard.”
“Brass, once Dyke locates him you’re going to survey the area and see where we can strike.”
“Got it.”
“Tiny, you’ll need to case the area and get in touch with anyone who’s familiar with anything. I’m gonna need you to blend in and get the information needed to help Brass out on things he can’t see from the street.”
“Sure thing.”
“I’m going to need all hands on this one. Those of you who aren’t involved initially may be called in once we see what the fuck we’re dealing with. This job is a huge payout. We can’t screw this up.”
