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“As Coy told Venom, we found out that good ol’ Lester should be in his office tomorrow night. He stays late on Tuesday nights because he has a fucking stripper come in. Not one of ours, thank fuck. We’d never allow the shit he does. More like sick twisted prostitution than stripping. Douchebag fucker. His assistant is out with a sick kid, so he should be alone.”
“Wait. So ordinarily his assistant would be there for that?” Phoenix asked with wide eyes.
Hammy snorted and Grem chuckled. “Yeah. He’s usually too high to make sure the girl gets out afterward, so the assistant cleans up his mess.”
My lip curled in disgust.
“How is she okay with that? He’s such a piece of shit,” I growled.
“You probably don’t know the half of it,” murmured Grem as he hit his turn signal. We pulled into the lot, and the Louisville brothers poured out of the clubhouse. “If you guys hadn’t been taking care of him, we probably would. He likes them young and unwilling, if you know what I mean.”
“With what we do know, that doesn’t surprise me in the least.” I held his serious gaze as he shut the vehicle off.
“Well, come on, let’s go catch up with Coy and the boys before we have to work tomorrow night.” Grem climbed out of the vehicle, and we all piled out as well.
Coy was standing there with his arm around a tiny woman with golden blonde hair. I knew right away that it was Allie. He’d been in love with her since he was a kid. I’d heard they got back together recently. For a split second, my thoughts drifted to Korrie. Fuck, I hadn’t thought about her in a while. I tried like hell not to, anyway.
“Hey, Angel, Phoenix, Ghost. How was your flight?” he asked us as we approached. Ghost grumbled, and I laughed.
“If you’re asking me or Phoenix, it was fine. Don’t ask Ghost. We’ll be here forever listening to him bitch about it.” He grinned as he looked over at Ghost, shaking his head.
“I’m forever the punching bag. And you call yourself my brother.” Ghost gave an exaggerated sigh. “I’m not feeling the love.”
Everyone laughed.
“At least the weather is nicer here,” he grumbled as he crossed his arms. “Maybe I’ll stay here when you two go home.”
“Yeah, right,” Phoenix snorted. The Louisville brothers stepped up one by one, and we got the introductions out of the way. It had been a while since I’d seen some of them, and others I’d never met.
“You want something to drink?” Whitey, their VP, asked after we’d started to go inside.
“Hell, yeah. Thanks,” I said as I took a seat at the bar. Coy sat next to me, and Allie gave him a kiss, telling him she’d be back in a bit. He squeezed her ass as she started to walk off, and she gave him a playful swat.
The prospect behind the bar set a cold beer in front of me, and I took a long pull before setting it back down. We all caught up for a few minutes before I decided we might need to discuss the plans I had.
“Do you have a few minutes to work out the details for tomorrow night?” I asked Coy and Whitey.
“Sure thing. You wanna talk here or you wanna hit the chapel?” Whitey asked.
“Let’s hit the chapel,” said Coy as he grabbed his drink. We all followed behind him and dropped our phones in the basket outside the room. The doors closed, and the few brothers that he’d motioned to join us sat at the table. We took the empty seats.
“What were your thoughts, and what will you need from us?”
We discussed the plan we’d worked out prior to catching our flight. They asked a few questions here and there, then Coy nodded. “We can help make that happen.”
“Perfect,” I said.
“Now how about if we show you boys a good time for the night? Cold beers, good company, and some of the best Kentucky bourbon you’ve ever had.” Coy gave me a fist bump and a grin.
“Sounds good,” Phoenix said with a sigh. “It’s been a long day already.”
“One thing I do want to get straight, though. So there are no issues later,” Coy said.
“What’s that?” I asked with my head cocked curiously.
“Our sweetbutts are here voluntarily because they know we keep them safe. If they are willing, that’s their choice—all we ask is you respect them.” Coy’s jaw ticked a little. I vaguely remembered one of their girls had been killed not long ago, and I understood what he was getting at.
“Not a problem, brother. We don’t play that shit either,” I said as I shook his hand.
