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I smile over my shoulder at him. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I assure him because Iwillhave this biker.
Sooner than you think.
Chapter Eight
Joaquin
“Juniper, sweetheart. You got some cash for us?” I lean across the granite counter of one of our MC’s brothels and give a big-ass grin to the proprietor.
She rolls her eyes like I’m some damn kid, which doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. “Come on back, lover boy,” Juniper says with a fake com-on purr. “I got what you need.”
My eyes widen at her words, and a laugh escapes. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
She casts a glance over her shoulder at Ace. “Is this kid for real?”
Ace lets out a loud laugh and shrugs. “Depends on if you’re buyin’ what he’s sellin’.”
I leave Ace at reception and follow Juniper back to the office where she hands me an oversized duffel bag.
“What do your girls have, whiskey-flavored pussies?” I say as I test the heft of the bag. It’s at least double the amount of money we usually pick up from Juniper’s place.
She shrugs while flashing that come-hither smile that makes her place popular with businessmen, gangsters, and everybody in between.
“Business is good, especially with the Iron Kings out of commission in LA, so there’s more than usual.”
“Ace will be pleased.”
“I’m pleased,” she says with confidence. “That’s all that matters to me. Anything else?”
I take a step forward, tempted to ask for time with her later like I usually do, but something stops me. I pause and shake my head. “Nah. You stay safe, beautiful.”
“Always. You too, Joaquin.”
I smile and lift the duffel bag before rejoining Ace in the front. “Good business,” I say when his eyes widen at the sight of the bag.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Let’s hope the rest of the stops are as good.”
Ace and I spend the morning picking up cash from all the club’s legit business interests. Several dispensaries and a few whorehouses. Our last stop is Nova’s clinic. “He’s doing stitches,” the busty receptionist says with a friendly smile.
We step outside so we don’t freak out the sick and injured people in the waiting room. It’s no secret that the Reckless Souls own the clinic now, but according to Ace, it’s more of a vanity project. Good for our image in the community. If we make money, that’s a bonus.
“So, Road Captain?” Ace asks with a crooked grin. “That’s a lot of responsibility.”
I nod, not sure what he’s getting at. Does he think I can’t handle it? “It is, but I’m up for the job. I know I have the skills to do the position justice.”
“All right. We’ll give it a trial run and see how it goes.”
My brows shoot up. “Seriously? Just like that?” I expected a little bit of protest, maybe shock and surprise.
“What, you want an obstacle course or some hazing shit?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I just expected it would be more difficult, I guess.”
“Well, I can’t just name you Road Captain, and that’ll be it. Dix told me you were interested, and it sounds like you’ve given it some serious thought. So, we’ll do a trial run and then take it to a vote.”
“You know I won’t let you down, brother.”
“I know you won’t.”
