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We had a small circle in Golden Glades.
It was us and Booker’s private security firm. That was pretty much it. We’d made some headway with the local mafia thanks to Donovan and now York, but I wasn’t sure we could actually call them allies.
From what Huck said of our mother chapter in Navesink Bank, they had a lot of allies. Some sort of paramilitary camp, a family of loan sharks, the local cartel, all sorts of people they could go to in times of crises for help or just advice.
Even our sister chapter in Shady Valley had the local Irish mafia as allies. And even a… tentative alliance with the Bratva.
We didn’t have that down here.
But it would be nice if things shook out, and we could count Creed and his crew as allies for our club.
We could use that.
Especially until our club grew bigger, since we were still small compared to the crew in Navesink Bank. And at this rate, the guys in Shady Valley were going to surpass us.
Even if or when we had big numbers of members, though, allies were always a good thing. They had different contacts, ears to the ground in other areas than we did. If they heard of a threat to us, they would tell us. And, in turn, us them.
“Hey, why we got some pretty, dripping wet honeys in here, shivering to death?” Eddie asked, moving out of the back door, likely having just come in from work. One glance at everyone gathered around with guns in their hands had him stiffening. “Everything alright?” he asked.
“You can tell the girls to come back out,” Huck said. “We just met the president of another local club,” he explained. “They popped in for an unexpected visit,” he added, getting a nod from Eddie.
“Was it a pleasant visit?” he asked.
“It turned out better than we expected,” Huck said. “Eventually, we might have a get-together with them,” he added. “But things seem alright now.”
“Alright, boss man,” Eddie said, nodding. “Come on out and warm back up,” he called to the girls as he opened the door.
They rushed back out, still wet, and shivering, but Eddie had clearly paused to get them towels before coming out.
Guns went back into their hiding places, and as Donovan and McCoy showed up, the OG guys headed over to Huck’s place to talk.
“Hey, Cato,” Eddie called.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Your girl coming over tonight?” he asked, and I felt a surprising warm feeling in my chest at those words.Your girl.They were getting truer with each passing day. She was mine. She just hadn’t fully come to that conclusion yet. “I’m asking because I’m about to head to the store, and if she’s coming, I know I have to double up my recipes.”
“Ah, actually, I haven’t talked to her yet today,” I admitted. Neither of us were really ‘text all day long’ sorts of people. “But she usually pops by,” I added. Because that had been true since the kayak trip. We’d seen each other every day or night since then.
On the nights when she didn’t want me in her neck of the woods, though, she just showed up without texting or calling.
So I was assuming this was one of those nights.
“Yeah, she’s half in love with me, you know,” Eddie said, nodding. “Think you better learn to cook, or you’re gonna lose her to me. And I ain’t even gonna be sorry about it,” he added with a smile before making his way back out to his car.
The small get-together the had been going on all day became a raging party by the time night fell. Club girls, both new and old, were everywhere.
A few even managed to charm the somewhat standoffish York, one managing to sit on his lap while they talked.
Velle had another girl all to himself, the two lost in deep conversation, as expected with him. But when the girl started crying, she was smiling at the same time, then threw her arms around Velle, holding on for a while, before grabbing his hand, and leading him inside.
Coast had taken off to the shooting range with three girls. But judging by the lack of gunshots ringing out, it seemed more likely they were all fucking back there, enjoying the fact that the way the range was set up allowed them both privacy and a sound shield.
And I was sitting there, listening to the music, wondering why the fuck Rynn hadn’t shown up yet.
It wasn’t that she always showed up at the same time or anything, but she usually followed her stomach to the club at her dinner hour. Which was somewhere around eight or nine.
It was ten thirty.
