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Prez hits down the gavel, and all eyes in the room move from the cash to him.
“400k.” He focuses on the cash. “That’s 400,000 dollars that every man around this table has worked to make.” For me, it’s never been about the money. There are easier ways to make it. I’m pretty certain it’s the case for every man seated at this table. We all have different paths that led us here, and it ain’t money that unites us.
“We got a lot of business coming our way, plenty of jobs we can take on, and all the legit businesses are ticking over nicely. But this in front of you, is everything we’ve got right now.”
A lot of faces look confused, none more than Jessie, who usually has a heads up on what’s being brought to the table.
“All of you know about the situation we suspect Storm’s sister's in.” I glance over to where Storm’s sitting in the corner of the room, his foot tapping against the floor, making his knee jerk and his fists balled tight.
“We’ve known for a while now that Adrianio’s brother, Raphael, had her. We just didn’t know where he was keeping her,” Prez reminds us.
“And I’m guessing now we do?” Brax doesn’t take his eyes off the money as he rests back in his chair and cracks his knuckles. He was responsible for killing Adriano, the leader of the pedophile ring that we uncovered after we took his old lady into our protection.
“I got a tip-off from someone I’ve had keeping an eye on things. There’s an auction tonight in Pueblo,” Prez explains.
“An auction?” Nyx moves the finger he was resting his chin on and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
“They sell the girls to the highest bidder,” Brax, his brother, explains matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, thanks, bro, I know how a fucking auction works,” he bites back sarcastically.
“Our source is certain that Riley is one of the girls being auctioned there tonight.” Prez ignores them and continues.
“So we’re going in like fucking Vikings and raiding?” Squealer takes his toothpick out from between his teeth and leans forward, that spark he gets in his eyes already flickering at the thought of causing pain.
“It ain’t that simple.” Prez pisses all over that spark instantly.
“Raphael Verretti doesn’t deal in kids, he trades legal-aged women, and the men who buy his product are rich and powerful.”
“Yeah, and so were those kiddy fiddling cunts his brother dealt with, but we soon put an end to their play date.” Troj nods across the table at Jessie, who smirks back at him, no doubt recalling some fucked up memory he stored while he led us in cleaning them up.
“Ain’t the same,” Prez shakes his head. “No one we do business with would take issue with us taking out nonces. But the second that age becomes legal, you get a different mindset. People like Verretti keep the illegal trade in business. He’s got respect. We ain’t gonna be too favorable if we take him down.
“So we just let him carry on abusing women and selling them on?” Nyx looks pissed as hell as he pulls a cigarette to his lips.
“We let him do his business, and we do ours. Believe me, we do not want to be a problem for him. He’s already got a grievance with the club thanks to Brax killing his brother. The Russians are his best customers, and most of the money on this table has been generated from us running their weapons,” Prez points out.
“If we want to bring Storm’s sister home safely and without bringing trouble to our gates, we need to play by Verretti’s rules.”
“Wait… hang on, you actually want to buy her?” Squealer scoffs loudly when he pieces all this together. “Are you forgetting who we are? We’re Dirty fucking Souls! We don’t go around buying fucking women because we’re too pussy to be causing any hurt feelings.”
I feel the aggression coming off him. My brother gets off on a good fight almost as much as I do. Adrenaline is his drug of choice, and no bitch will ever change that about him.
“And you must be forgetting what we got to lose now, Squealer. No matter what you tell yourself, this club has changed. Hell, I never thought I’d say this, but even you're proof of that.” Prez lightens the mood a little by laughing but soon gets that stern look back on his face.
“Every man around this table got something here they want to protect, and that’s a loaded gun to a man like Verretti.”
My brother eases back as Prez's words take effect on him. He’s thinking about Alex and those two kids they got coming. I can’t imagine what he’d do to anyone who tried to hurt them. That shit's too ugly even for my imagination.
“You’re about to be a father, Squeal,” Prez hits it home. “Nyx here is a father. Most of you have old ladies. And those who don’t, know how it feels to lose someone. His eyes glance toward Skid, whose focus is on the scrape he’s making on the table with his thumbnail.
“I’m not losing another member or risking another female associated with this club. I feel bad for the women caught up in Verretti’s web, but the rules of this club have always been to protect our own. And that’s why I called this meeting. To ask all of you if we can use this money to protect one of our own.”
I see something that resembles pride on Storm’s face after Prez has finished speaking, the kid letting his hard exterior crumble for just a second.
“You got my cut, kid,” Jessie speaks first, looking over his shoulder to where Storm is sitting on one of the old chapel pews.
“Ain’t even got to think on it. Go get your sister, man.” Nyx leans back in his chair and tips his chin at our Prospect, who responds with a grateful nod.
