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As soon as I pass through the front doors, it might as well be nighttime. It’s just as dark as ever in there. My brother Damien might be half vampire. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him comfortable in the sun.
I find him at the corner of the bar. He’s wearing his usual attire. A pair of ripped jeans, motorcycle boots, t-shirt, and leather jacket. His hair is as dark as mine, but his is much longer, hanging almost down to the collar of his jacket.
He should probably take on more responsibilities within the family. But managing Saints is pretty much the only work he’ll do.
“Uh-oh,” Damien says when he sees me.
“What?” I ask as I lean back against the bar next to him.
Even though the parking lot was fairly empty, there are several patrons already in here. A few girls are dancing and a couple others serving drinks.
“You never come in here unless there’s trouble or you’re trying to give me more work to do,” Damien says. He narrows his eyes at me. “Were you just meeting with Leo and Dad?”
“How’d you know?”
“You always have that look on your face after you meet with them.”
“Hm,” I grunt. “But yeah, there’s work to do.”
I ignore Damien’s sigh.
“We need to move into Russian territory while they’re weak,” I continue. “Do you think you can get some help from the Disciples?”
“Yeah,” Damien raises his eyebrows and nods. He’s actually taking this seriously. It almost catches me off-guard. I guess it’s just a sign of how fucked we are when Damien starts getting serious. He turns toward me, waiting for me to continue.
“We mainly need to establish a presence. Stake our claim and hold it down.”
“Yeah, I think we can do that. How many guys do you think you need?”
“As many as they can spare,” I say. “I want a Barone and a Disciple every couple blocks.”
Damien nods.
“We’ll make it worth their while,” I add. “Once we get square.”
“I’ll set up a meeting with them,” Damien says. “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Can you send someone over to check out Luca’s?”
“Still no word from him?” Damien asks.
“Nothing.”
“Damn,” he says. “He was my favorite brother.” Damien grins at me.
“I doubt he’s back,” I say, ignoring the joke. “But maybe they’ll find something.”
“I’ll get some guys over there today,” he agrees.
“Thanks.” I shake Damien’s hand.
“No prob, brother.”
Maybe Damien senses my mood, and just wants me to get out of here as soon as possible. But he seemed more willing to help than usual. Or maybe I just have such low expectations for anyone now that the bare minimum seems significant.
7
KLEIN
