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Maddog pulled off his riding gloves and stashed them in his back pocket. “That shit doesn’t matter. This is why I wanted to meet tonight. Should have just told you to ride here first.”
It would have saved me time, but then I wouldn’t have been at Toxic Tonic to help that pretty redhead.
“Alright. I’ll take the bait. What is this place?”
Manic spread his arms wide, a shit-eating grin on his face. “The new clubhouse for the Las Vegas chapter of the Royal Bastards MC.”
The fuck? “You’re shitting me.”
Manic laughed and ticked his chin my way before strolling inside, leaving me alone with Maddog.
“Come on, Creature. You got to see this.”
He led me inside as I tried to ignore the boarded windows, broken glass, ripped, stained carpet, and old slot machines.
“This is the definition of fixer-upper, Flint.” I used his real name because what he was asking for required a hell of a lot of investment and commitment.
“That’s the point. This is ours. I own the property and plan to buy the lots next door on both sides. They’re in contract as we speak. Manic bought the lot behind us. We’re gonna own all the shit close to our clubhouse and businesses.”
“The whole fucking block will be ours.”
Damn. That was smart. Get in before anyone realized who we were, and it was too late to prevent our takeover. Not that reputable business would spend a lot of time in this area of Vegas. It was old and worn, a place to score drugs and pussy any time of the day or night. Hell, a strip club, XXX movie store, and a pawn shop were located a few doors down.
“We reforming it?” I asked with humor.
“It’s Vegas,” Manic chimed in. “We’ve got every vice a customer could desire, and anything is available for the right price.”
That was the fucking truth.
“No kiddie porn or underage shit. I won’t be part of that.”
“I already made that clear to Manic.”
Manic looked like he scowled, but it was hard to tell with half his face hidden. “We keep this shit twenty-one and older. All of it.”
“So we’re hiring labor for this? It’s gonna cost a fuck ton, Maddog.”
“We outsource what we need and only pay for services we can’t complete. I want us to do all the labor when possible.”
“Hate to break it to you, you stubborn fucker, but the three of us aren’t gonna make much of a dent.”
“That’s why we’re bringing on the rest of the club within the next few weeks. I’ve been in contact with everyone. They’ll show up as their schedule allows and pitch in.”
I crossed my arms, gazing around the room. We’d need a fucking army of contractors. “Who’s coming?”
“Our V.P., Skeletor. Crusher, Dice Hex, Snapshot, Slash, Tombstone, and Testament.”
No shit? I knew all the names but one.
My arms dropped. “How the fuck did you convince our whole fucking barracks from boot camp to join the club?”
Maddog shrugged. “I’m a persuasive motherfucker.”
True.
“And he promised access to pussy since the guys can help audition the talent for our porn studio and strip club.”
Maddog lifted his middle finger. “Fuck off, Manic. I said, it’s Las Vegas, and there’s pussy everywhere. That was it.”
