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“We do,” Diesel agreed. “But I’ll hear your concerns properly voiced all the same.”
Mav nodded, his gaze slipping to his men down the table beside him. “I need to know what this win means for our alliance.”
I tuned them out, playing with the condensation on my glass, the alcohol working against me now. My vision blurred, and I shook my head sharply, regaining focus.
Unlike my brothers, I hadn’t had the luxury of passing out from my wounds, and I couldn’t fucking sleep until my Ghost was back where she belonged.
“Can I get some fucking food,” I piped up, shouting across the space to the bartender, interrupting the pointless talks going on at the table.
Diesel eyed me, and I lifted a brow. “What?”
They went on with their conversation, and I sat back in my chair, ignoring Grey’s quiet pleas to get my attention with his elbow jamming into my ribs.
“I’m fine,” I hissed at him, finishing the cocktail only to get a bit more sugar into my bloodstream.
“We’d like to offer for the alliance to continue,” Diesel said. “We have the arms connections you need and you have the clientele we need to get rid of the last of our smack. Besides, not having to circumvent Lennox to get to our arms dealers would save us a fuckload of time and resources.”
Mav nodded as Diesel spoke, and I ripped the corn nuts from the bartender’s hands as she brought them to the table, tearing into the packaging to dump the contents into my mouth.
“We accept,” Mav said, like we all knew he would. He’d be an idiot to turn down Diesel’s offer. And Dies would be the even bigger fool not to have offered for the alliance to continue in the face of our current losses.
“This isn’t a permanent situation,” Diesel added. “We’ll continue the alliance on a trial basis. Temporary. For now.”
It was thefor nowthat gave Mav the hope he needed to conclude this meeting with any measure of triumph. A permanent alliance with the Saints would cement him and his gang among the top predators of this great nation. It wouldn’t be given or won so easily.
Mav nodded again, slowly, to show he understood.
I nudged Dies, and his jaw ticked.
“There’s one more thing, a condition of this alliance’s continuance.”
“A condition?” Mav repeated, his brows pulling together, gaze slipping down the table again, making me wonder if he was the one calling the shots here or if they formed more of a council between the four of them seated at the table.
I put a cigarette to my lips, cursing as I flicked my zippo and nothing but sparks came out.
“Your man,Aries.”
Surprise registered in Mav’s eyes, but he didn’t reply.
“We have reason to believe he may have less than honorable intent toward one of my Saints.”
I flicked again, a tremor of annoyance scraping up the back of my skull.
“How so?”
Diesel set his jaw again. He didn’t have to explain himself to Mav, and it seemed, in this case, he wouldn’t. It was a power move. He wanted to see if Mav would fight him on it or if he would bend, giving Diesel what he wanted without him having to work for it.
“What do you want with him?” Maverick asked after an uncomfortable silence.
A lighter slid noisily across the table between us and I glanced up to see Drake had tossed me his. I gave him a nod, abandoning mine as I lifted his to light my smoke, finding a set of initials engraved in the worn silver surface.
I inhaled greedily, shoving the lighter back across to him, catching a mean side eye from Diesel that asked me without the need for words if I was fucking finished.
I nodded.
“I want you to call him in,” Diesel continued his conversation with Mav. “Me and my boys would like to have a little…conversation… with him.”
“What sort of conversation?”
