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“Yeah,” Dean said, holding Dos’s gaze.
“What are you willing to do for justice?” Dos asked, his eyes glittering.
Dean released his distaste and his fury at having to denounce the Navy and channeled those feelings into his performance. “Anything. Everything.”
“Even use your fancy SEAL training to get it?”
Dean smiled a dangerous smile. “Yes. Whatever you need.”
“Why don’t we have a drink and discuss the possibilities?” Dos said, clapping him on the back.
The tension started to drain, but ramped up again when Cal said, “We can’t trust him!”
Cal clenched his fist, and Dean had no doubt he wanted to bury it in Dean’s face. Probably worried that he would usurp Cal’s place as second in command. This club wasn’t going to last that long.
“Shut up, Cal,” Dos said. “Dean will prove his worth.” There was something in the BH leader’s tone that sent Dean’s SEAL senses whirring. He walked to the table with Dos, trying to figure out what it was. There was an anticipation in him, as if he’d solved a difficult puzzle and was damned happy about it. Dean’s eyes narrowed, assessing, and a tiny piece fell into place. Dos had a problem that he wanted Dean to solve. A problem that was illegal and would lock him in with the group and show his loyalty.
A waitress dressed in skimpy denim came over to the table at Dos’s gesture. “What can I get you?”
“Whiskey,” he said. “Bring the bottle.”
She was back briskly with a full bottle and five glasses. She set one in front of each of them and the bottle in front of Dos.
Drinking was a ritual with this club. They always sealed deals with alcohol. Dos poured out the shots and leaned forward, dropping his voice.
“There is a club matter we’ve been working on resolving.”
“Is that so?” Dean said, lifting an eyebrow. “What would that be?”
“There’s an old man who thinks he can defy us.” Dos spat some racist words that made Dean realize they were talking about a Muslim. “He has my property. I want it back, but he says, I have to pay the extra money for a new engine. I’m not inclined to do that.”
“Who is this old man?” Dean asked.
“Have you heard of Ave Automotive? The old man is the owner, Avedis Belsky.”
Gage’s shout erupted in Dean’s ear, followed by soothing words as the others tried to calm him down back in the van.
“I’m aware of who he is.”
“Good. You got an untraceable gun?”
Anger building in him, his face rigid, he stared at Dos.
He swore he could hear his father laughing.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
“He ain’t gonna do it,”Cal said the derision making his voice harsh.
Dean reached for the shot and threw it back. “Yeah, I’ve got an untraceable gun.” His old man’s laughter seemed to turn into a cackle. Leaving LA had always been his plan. It didn’t have to do with anything other than his old rage and how his old man could provoke him into it. There had been too many times in the past when he’d lost it over something his old man had done or said—a couple of times when he might even have killed him if there hadn’t been someone around to pull him off. And as long as his father could goad him into this kind of reaction, even from the grave, Dean didn’t have control, and he realized it here and now. The revelation shocked him hard and made him wonder how this underlying secret had affected him all these years without him understanding his own heart and mind.
Dos laughed and the rest of them threw their shots back. “I want my property returned to me tomorrow. Cal and Tubby will go with you. Then we’ll talk about payback. You’re going to love it.”
Out of sheer necessity, he pushed all that crap out of his mind. He couldn’t falter here. He had to appear one hundred percent a one-percenter. “I can’t wait,” he said. “How about some pool?”
Dos nodded, grabbed the bottle, and they headed to the tables. Dean played conservatively so as not to show up Dos.
This was as good a time as he was going to get to ask about the money. He sank the eight ball after battling a tough game with Dos.
