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“Simmer down,” Rock says, his voice carrying above the chatter like a sledgehammer.
Things settle quickly. Rock nods to Teller first.
Teller sits forward. “Nothing exciting to report. The market’s taken a dip but I have the club’s assets spread around enough that we shouldn’t feel it too much.” He slides a sheet of paper into the middle of the table. “I can stay to discuss it in depth with anyone who has questions after church.”
No one ever takes Teller up on this offer. And I’m not surprised he isn’t going into more detail, since Z’s whole crew is here.
Hustler, the downstate treasurer, raises his hand. “You mind if I pick your brain after church?”
“You got it, brother,” Teller answers with a quick nod.
Poor Hustler. Brother could dig around in Teller’s brain for years and still never figure out complex financial strategies. Few MCs are lucky enough to have someone with a knack for investing the way Teller does. It’s benefited our charter mightily, especially in the last few years. Probably one of the reasons he gets away with running his mouth so often.
“Dex?” Rock taps the table as if this isn’t the first time he’s asked me a question. “CB?” he prompts.
“Good.”
He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.
“Uh.” I sit up straighter. “Amateur night is still popular. We had an issue with one of our girls—”
“You track the guy down?” Z asks.
“Not yet.”
“Don’t forget to invite me.” Z throws me a wounded puppy face.
“You won’t go alone,” Rock says to me as if he expects no argument.
“Probably take Vapor with me.” I glance at Z. “If it’s something time sensitive and I can’t wait for you to get up here.”
“I’m two hours away, not on the moon,” Z grumbles.
“You have enough to do,” Rock says to Z. “Smaller jobs like this are the whole point of the support club.”
Z taps his president patch. “Prez or not, I’m okay with gettin’ my hands dirty.”
“We don’t need to know what you and your ol’ lady do in the dark, Prez,” Butcher says.
“Shut up,” Z laughs.
At least Z’s antics take Rock’s interest off of me. He moves to Wrath next, then Murphy, then turns the meeting over to Z.
I perk up when Rooster goes over numbers for their porn production company.
“Has Stella gotten over her snit?” I ask. “We could use her as a featured dancer at CB again.”
Z groans.
“I’ll ask,” Rooster promises. “But I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” He slides his gaze to Z and back to me. “She hasn’t exactly gotten easier to deal with since Sway took off.”
“I’m not surprised.” I shrug. “It was just a thought.”
“You got a thing for our girl?” Butcher asks.
“No.” Christ, Stella’s the last person I’d want to be involved with. But she brought a different clientele to Crystal Ball.
“Anything else?” Rock asks.
