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“Fine.” He shakes his head then points it at the twins, “But Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee stay out here.” Jessie snarls at the son of a bitch as he takes his gun out of his shoulder holster and passes it back to Screwy. I take the knife out of my belt, and hand it back to him too, keeping my eyes on the two men as we pass to get inside.
I manage to rein in the urge to headbutt one of the ugly fuckers as I follow Jessie into the dark seedy club.
The bar is empty, and stinks of cheap perfume and sex. Lector is sitting in one of the booths at the far side of the room, three bitches draped over him like he’s some kinda Roman god. When the one sucking him off lifts her head up from his lap to look at us, he forces her back down to work.
“What brings you here, business or pleasure?” he calls over to us in a snarky tone that makes me want to rip the limbs right off him.
“Business,” Jessie answers, swaggering his way across the room like he’s walking on his own turf. We don’t know how long we’ve got him alone for. If he’s got any sense, he’d have already put in a call and this place will soon be swarming with Bastards.
“Shame, the pleasure here’s the finest you’ll get for miles.” He squeezes the face of the girl that’s kissing his neck and forces her to look in our direction.
“You reckon you could show these Dirty Souls a good time, Savanna?” he asks, keeping his stare on us. The girl nods eagerly, and he bellows out a laugh.
“Lose the bitches, Lector. I guarantee what I’m here to talk about is something you’re gonna wanna keep between us.”
“I don’t know what stock you’re keeping in Manitou Springs, but we have trustworthy whores here in Pueblo… Ain't that right, darlin’?” Lifting the ponytail that’s bobbing on his lap, he raises the girl's head, causing his cock to slosh out of her mouth.
“Sure is,” she winks at me seductively before her tongue slowly licks from his shaft to his tip.
“It’s about your Prez and his more private connections,” Jessie says, and Lector’s face suddenly loses its confidence.
“Girls, go get ready for your shift,” he dismisses them quickly, and all three of them run their naked asses past us, the one who just had a mouthful of cock, strokes her hand over my face as she passes me and I grab at her wrist and snarl her a warning for it.
“You boys better take a seat,” he tells us, pointing his eyes at the space opposite him, and I lose my shit at the way he’s being so fuckin’ callous about the whole situation. Launching at Lector, I throw Jessie’s arm off me when he tries to stop me and grip the bastard by his neck, pushing him into the back of the booth he’s sitting in.
“Sick fuck,” I spit in his face, watching his eyes widen in fear as I slam his head back hard. “Before I take every single one of your kiddy fiddling fingers, I wanna know what you want with the girl.” Rage takes over my ability to be fucking cool.
“Whooo now, I ain't part of that shit, nor is the club,” Lector’s voice trembles back at me. “And I don’t know shit about no girl.” I loosen my grip slightly to give him a chance to explain.
“Then you better start telling us what you do know, or me and my boy here will call back your whores and have them watch us give you the ability to suck your own Johnson.” He takes in a gasp of air as I release him, and I cross my arms and wait for some answers.
“There’s been some… suspicions for a while about Prez’s activity.” Lector glances around the room sheepishly like he fears being heard. “He’s been keeping stuff from the boys, even from me. It’s all speculation though, we got no solid evidence.”
“So you and the others ain’t involved?” Jessie speaks up from behind me.
“I'm into a lot of sick shit, but not that. I got three kids of my own.” Lector turns up his nose like the thought disgusts him, it’s genuine, I can sense that much.
“So what, you planning a takedown?” I ask. Overturning a club President ain’t something that gets taken lightly. Lector ain't gonna talk freely about it, that shit’s too private to discuss with the enemy. So, I decide a little encouragement is needed. I drop down and take the knife out my boot, then hold it against his jugular.
“Brax,” a warning comes from Jessie.
“I asked you a question, the polite thing to do is answer.” I push the tip of the blade deeper into his flesh so it almost pierces his skin.
“I can’t… we haven’t…” I nick the skin a whisker away from his artery and blood trickles over his throat, coating my blade.
“Th…th…that’s the plan, I’ve spoken to a couple of the guys that I trust, we’re just waitin’ for him to slip up.” Lector sucks in a worried breath and Jessie puts his hand on my shoulder, urging me to back down.
“Then I think it’s time you and I made a truce.” Jessie slides into the seat opposite him and looks at him darkly. I stare between the two of them, not quite understanding what the fuck I’m hearing.
“Listen, Jessie, I admire your optimism…” Lector presses his hand against the slit I've made in his skin, and checks the damage on his fingers. It's only a fucking scratch, he’ll need a band-aid not fucking stitches. “…but a truce? It don’t matter who's wearing the Prez badge, the Souls and the Bastards ain’t allies. Why after all these years would my club trust yours?”
“Because,” Jessie’s lips pull into a smile, “We got your evidence.”
There’s a long silence while the guy's brain works. He’s VP of the club, and with his president out of the picture, he’s the man most lightly to take his place. He could make things a lot easier on himself if he didn’t have an enemy waiting to strike on him while the club are most vulnerable.
“And what do you get?” the snakey prick asks, suddenly looking like the cat that just got the cream.
“When you get voted Prez, my girl doesn’t have to look over her shoulder no more.” Jessie tenses his fists. “And you stop trying to provoke shit in Manitou Springs. There’s plenty of other towns for you to trade your shit,” Jessie lays it out for him, and the guy nods back like it’s a fair enough request.
