AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If you’re up there, we have a few other deals out there that need to be completed,” Phiser calls from his spot. “It’s up to Prez on whether or not you’ll do them.” His gaze flicks up from the computer taking a quick glance at Prez himself.
“Who would you take?” He asks, his voice still sounding on the edge.
“Knuckles would come, he’s gonna be my ticket in.” She flashes Knuckles a wicked look before looking back at Prez. “Probably a prospect or two who shows interest in the executioner lifestyle. Can’t roll up solo, you know? Too long of a ride, might get lonely.” Smacking her gum, she blows a bubble, watching Prez closely as it gets bigger.
“You know my next question?” He asks, challenging the small but feisty female. Her face pulls back in a smirk, flashes of different emotions flying through her hazel eyes.
The bubble in her gum breaks with a loud pop. “Depends on the cut size.” She shrugs, the look on her face is one of challenge. I have no doubt that she would want to do this on her own, but I’m glad she’s at least taking precautions. It’s not a lot, not even close to anything I would force her to have if she were my girl. I have to remember that something is better than nothing.
Wait.
My girl? I must be fucking hallucinating. She’s not my bitch, and she never will be. I have no fucking time for a woman. Period. Plus, she’s elbows deep with some pretty vicious men. I don’t want to get anywhere near that with a fifty-foot pole.
She doesn’t even look in my direction as she challenges Prez silently, everyone’s gazes volleying between the two as their eyes remain connected.
“Normal,” he prompts, leaning back in the exec chair.
“Twelve-five,” she snaps. Prez’s brows jump to his forehead and confusion takes over from before. “Let’s chat about this after?”
“We need to make a group decision,” I interrupt, knowing that Prez would have absolutely fallen for her puppy eyes. That woman is nothing close to innocent, but the energy she projects is fairly clean. Shocking.
“Tornado’s right,” Knuckles chokes, almost as if those aren’t the words he wants to be saying. “We can’t have closed door discussions with everything going on. We talk about transparency, we need to preach it.” Leather turns on him, her eyes blazing with rage and…lust? The hazel orbs are narrowed to slits, the pupils blown. But it’s gone as quickly as it came. I question whether it was actually there or not.
“Club cut?” I ask, nodding to Prez as he sits back. It’s my job to focus on them being in line.
“Twenty-five, the usual.” She shrugs, blowing another bubble. “Contract is fifty-thousand. There’ll be three of us, so it’ll be split four ways. Twelve-thousand five-hundred per person.”
“That’ll put us back in the green until the contract comes through,” Bookie mumbles, clacking away on his computer next to Phisher, who is also working on the laptop.
“Then add fees from Backslide, I think we’ll be fine.” The club mumbles amongst themselves, mulling over the ideas.
“Those in favor of adding Leather’s added excursion say ‘aye’.” From the sounds of it, the whole damn club is in favor of her trip.
“Those against say ‘nay’.” Church is silent for a few moments before Prez clears his throat, nodding for Bookie to add the values.
“Anything else?” Prez asks, glancing passively around the area. “Great. Leather’s taking the lead for her trip. You’re all excused.”
“Prez,” I call, standing from my seat as everyone else does too. They all pause, waiting for my next move. He dismisses them, waiting for them to leave before I speak up. Leather grips the back of her chair, obviously waiting her turn to speak with him.
“I would like to be included in Leather’s mission.”
“No,” Leather butts in, pushing her chair under the table roughly, black painted nails gripping the plastic. “You had time to say something earlier and didn’t. Plus, I don’t take strays.”
“Leather,” Prez snaps, narrowing his eyes at her. She doesn’t look the least bit intimidated. If anything, her face heats as he looks down at her.
“What?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “He had time. I get that he’s here to be a spy, but I can’t afford this one to go wrong. Big D Raiders are active, and I need to be on my A-game. While I’m sure he would be an asset elsewhere, this isn’t the best case.”
Prez sighs, glancing at me over his shoulder. “He’s going.” Turning to me, he gives me his famous death glare. “You won’t be getting a cut, but you’ll get your stipend from the club when the club cut shows. She’s right. You should’ve spoken up when church was in session, not waited until we voted it in.”
“Understood. I just didn’t want to pop-out and have Leather eat me alive with everyone present.” Prez rolls his eyes, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair.
“No offense, but I don’t give a shit if you’re scared of a few snickers. Rules are rules. You know them, you follow them.” Slipping his arms into the sleeves, he struts out the door quickly. Knuckles hesitates by his own chair, obviously debating whether or not he should go. Neither of us move or blink, so he also dips, leaving Leather and I to compete in a stare off.
Chapter Fifteen
Knuckles
Leather’s been super quiet since the meeting a couple hours ago. She’s not a fan of the outcome, which is fairly easy to see, and I will admit that I’m not particularly happy either.
