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ChapterTwo
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Club Allure.
Bottoms Up.
The unnamed dispensary that was going to change our whole trajectory.
All of it wasPredatorsdomain.
Predatorslegacy, actually.
When Brandon and I had approached the OGs – our fathers – about the dispensary, we’d initially been met with skepticism. The legal marijuana business was brand spanking new, and it was hard to think there was a way to approach it that wouldn’t require looking over our shoulders for the cops.
But why the fuck not, if it was being sold either way?
We were told to explain it, so we did.
Told to refine it, so we did.
Told to make an actual plan, so we did.
We never got to actually present it, though.
The opportunity was stripped from us via massacre, with our fathers – the president and vice president of thePredators– right on the frontline.
The whole situation was a bottomless pit of questions with painfully few answers and lots of assumptions about culprits, motives, and more.
And there was still a club to run.
Still businesses to develop.
Still a legacy to build, for the children we didn’t yet have.
So we pushed on.
I left Keira atBottoms Upto check on the newly renovated space that would become our dispensary.
Not that it really needed “checking on”.
It was on the fringes ofPredatorterritory, but unquestionably ours, and the renovations had been done for weeks. There was no signage or anything up yet because it wasn’t quite ready for all that, but once it was time, that was it.
I liked to think it would’ve made my father happy.
He would’ve been cool about it, gruff like he always was. No smile, probably, but he was always so bad at hiding any sort of joy or excitement from his eyes.
Standing in the space that would eventually be lined with display cases, informational posters, plants, and whatever else we could imagine, I could damn near hear him.
“Whatever happened to just smoking the shit? What are these damn tools? Why the weed need citrus notes, what the fuck is that?”
And he’d really want to know, too.
No rhetorical questions with him.
I wished he could ask.
“I thought that was you, knew I recognized the bike out front.”
