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The prospects were the ones in charge of cleaning the bathrooms once a day. The cookies and ol’ ladies usually took care of the female rooms, so it was only the male rooms and the two main bathrooms they had to deal with. I wouldn’t say that was a relief. Mammoth was notorious for backing up and clogging the toilets often.
Grim’s gaze hovered over Shadow, Toad, and Spook. The youngest of the three, Spook was the newest prospect and sponsored by Wraith. He seemed to like the kid and gave him a nod to get lost. I almost chuckled at how quickly Spook ran from the room.
Shadow didn’t flinch as Grim’s gaze focused on him next. “Tell Patriot we have Church and stay with Nylah and Trixie. Don’t leave that room for any reason.”
“Yes, sir.”
Toad paled but squared his shoulders back. He didn’t say a word but walked to the nearest closet, pulled out rubber boots and gloves and reached for an empty bucket. Turning around, he lifted his chin and made the sign of the cross over his chest like it was his last fuckin’ rites.
“If I don’t come out alive, you all know I was takin’ out by a Mammoth sized log of shit.”
The room was silent for about two seconds and then everyone laughed so damn hard we could hardly stand. Mammoth waved Toad over, and gave him a noogie, messing up his spiky hair.
Grim shook his head with mirth. “Damn, Mammoth, even the prospects give you shit.”
“Ha, ha,” he retorted, waltzing into the chapel, “everyone’s a comedian.”
We filed inside and took our seats as Grim banged the gavel. “Church is in session. We got a lot to discuss on the agenda today, brothers. I’ll start with the New York chapter. The big apple is sendin’ us some girls.”
There were a few lewd comments as I shot a glare around the room and the guys shut up. As SAA, I couldn’t let them get out of control when Grim was speaking.
“FOCUS has a couple of girls that are at the end of their expiration date as he called it, and they need taught a lesson. We haven’t talked about Goldfield in a long while since we don’t usually have any issues with that club, but we should bring it to the table. How’s profits?”
Since Hannibal was the treasurer, he spoke up. “Good. We have a lot of regulars that like to come in and test the limits. They pay well. Won’t hurt to have a couple new girls that don’t have restrictions.”
We had a BDSM club out in Goldfield, just inside the city limits. It wasn’t much to look at on the outside but Linked was a hot spot in the area known for all kinds of sinful pleasures. Every kind of kink was available for the right price. A den of debauchery, the girls in the club would do almost anything a customer wanted. There were a few with no limits at all.
Many worked there because of their own personal tastes and desires but we had a few that were sent from other chapters in the RBMC by brothers who needed troublesome club whores out of the way. Linked had a reputation for rehabilitation.
We were taking Vicious and some redhead. They’d pushed meth and fucked with one of FOCUS’s pets. He was pissed and we decided to help our brother out, promising they would earn for the club until their debt was paid. It would be a long, long time.
No, we didn’t beat or hurt women but owing the club money or a debt was serious. These girls had fucked up and now they were going to make it right. If they kept out of trouble, they’d work their way free soon. If not, they would fall deeper into the hole. We didn’t allow drug use among the girls in Linked so that would be the first obstacle for them to overcome. I wasn’t losing any sleep over it.
“Good. I say we keep things at Linked as is.”
A chorus of ‘ayes’ was said around the table.
“I learned from Voltoy that his uncle is the one of the bigshots that transports the girls they traffic into Alaska. It’s clear they have a contact there. Rael?” Grim gestured to me and I leaned back, folding my arms over my chest.
“Voltoy is still alive until I’ve had a chance to finish our chat. Our bigger problem is Solonik. He’s moving girls through our city and territory and I intend to stop him. You all know what finding that asshole means to me. He ordered that hit on my sister. Willow died because of both Rancid and Solonik. That video we took is our leverage, along with the final one we’ll shoot once we’re ready. Preferably tonight.” I sat back against my seat, trying not to jump out of the room. Restless, I had a hard time focusing. “Voltoy is my best hope of finding Solonik. This shit has been a long time coming.”
“We know,” Wraith said softly as he ticked his head in my direction. “We have your back, brother.”
“What did you find on that cell?” Grim moved his focus to Xenon.
“A considerable list of contacts and cryptic messages. Everything that was salvageable is now in our possession. Once you’re ready to send that video, you can power up Voltoy’s phone, receive the video from another device, and text it to the number Voltoy has for Solonik. We shouldn’t delay more than a few days. Never know how long that number will remain active.”
“No doubt Solonik is trying to find out where his nephew is a
nd who has him.” Mammoth smirked. “Not gonna last long. We need to take care of Voltoy tonight. I agree with Rael.”
“We are,” Grim confirmed. He pulled out his cell and dialed, placing it on speaker. BP's voice answered as it went to voice mail. Grim frowned, hung up, and dialed again. The line rang a few times before a gruff voice answered.
“Grim, where the fuck you been, brother?”
“Rain,” he greeted. “Been fucked up here in Nevada, that’s what. BP went straight to voice mail, but I got a situation here. You’re on speaker. We’re at Church.”
“I see.”
