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“I know. And I agree, the rumors about them are pretty sketchy. But I need to do this. It’s a big job, I’ll be plenty busy, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be allowed to be alone for any of it. I had security with me the entire time I did the patch and no one did anything to make me feel like they were going to hurt me. Please, Tyson. I need to do this.”
I didn’t need his permission, but I didn’t want him to be mad at me by taking this job. He was the only family I had, and his opinion mattered. If he truly wanted me to give up the job, I felt like I’d be betraying our friendship by ignoring him. I didn’t want to cause a rift between us. I needed him too much.
He studied me, indecision written on his face. I wanted to keep fighting, to prove that I knew what I was doing, but I knew Tyson. The more I pushed, the more stubborn he’d get. So I stayed quiet, straightening my back and lifting my chin, trying to project the confidence I lacked when I was at the MC earlier. Tyson studied me with a frown before finally giving in. He pointed at me, a fierce look on his face.
“Fine. I trust you. But if there’s even a mention of them hurting you in any way, even as a joke, I want you to promise me you’ll get into your truck and drive away. No job is worth your safety, Sammy. If you need me to talk to Russel on your behalf to get him to treat you more seriously, I will. I’d rather do that than let you get hurt. I honestly can’t believe Russel let you take on this job.”
“It took some convincing, that’s for sure. But I swear, I saw nothing to make me feel like they were going to hurt me or I wouldn’t have asked to come back. It seemed like a regular place and they mostly just teased each other and joked around.”
“They’re notorious drug dealers, Sam,” he scoffed. He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “But I believe you, because you’re not the type to lie to me. But I want you calling me every day anyway. Even if there’s nothing there, there could be people there who are high or something and they could act erratically. Until we can be sure you’re completely safe, I want to hear from you every day.”
After years of knowing Tyson, I knew he wasn’t trying to smother me. He genuinely cared and if anything happened to me, he was probably the only person on the planet who would be upset about it. It didn’t bother me when he got all protective like it did when Russel did it. I knew it came from a good place.
Taking his hand, I squeezed it tightly. “Every day then. I promise.”
His hand squeezed mine, and he relaxed a little. Leaning forward, he pulled me into a hug. I sighed, hugging him tight.
“Thanks for coming.”
His grip tightened a little before he leaned away. “I’ll always be there for you.”
CHAPTER 8
CLINK
“Read ‘em and weep, bitches.”
They groaned, tossing their cards onto the table while I cackled. I was on a winning streak, and it pissed them off to no end. I gathered up my chips, my grin fucking huge at this point. I was never this good at cards.
“Man, how the fuck are you winning so much? You’re usually so damn easy to read.”
I shook my head with a mock frown. “All that pussy is putting you off your A-game, man. If you aren’t careful, your ol’ lady is gonna be the one supporting your ass when you lose your next paycheck to me.”
Knox reached for me, looking like he wanted to hit me, but I leaned out of his reach, chuckling to myself. This used to be a club of single guys, but the women were slowly infiltrating the inner circle of officers. I’d complain if the few sweetbutts who targeted officers weren’t upping their game to come after me and Brewer now that we were the only single officers left.
Like summoned by my thoughts, slender arms wrapped around my neck from behind, a cloud of perfume overwhelming my senses. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. She pressed her tits up against the back of my neck, leaning to purr in my ear.
“Winners should get more than money. Wanna go upstairs?”
A smug grin crossed my face. They came at me like flies now and since a few of the guys at the table weren’t officers, they would only get second choice material. Chase sat across from me, shaking his head.
“Problem, brother?”
His focus was on shuffling the cards, but he rolled his eyes at my comment. “Not even a little bit. You playing the next round or what?”
Chase was the only one of my brothers who confused the fuck outta me. Other than his initiation, he steered clear of the sweetbutts. He had a protective streak a mile wide with the old ladies, but he wasn’t stupid enough to try shit with them. I thought maybe he swung the other way, but I’d caught him more than once staring at some chick’s tits at the bar. He was selective and none of the sweetbutts seemed to hit his mark.
“Head’s up! Here comes trouble!”
We all looked up. Sure enough, the old ladies were coming downstairs. They were around a lot since Croy put them on lockdown, but they were dressed like they were going out anyway; short dresses and heels and way too much makeup. I let out a whistle, grinning when Riley rolled her eyes at me. I had no interest in my brother’s woman, but there was nothing wrong with giving her a compliment. Croy landed himself a fine ass woman.
The arms around my neck tightened slightly. I’d forgotten she was there for a minute. Patting her arm, I shrugged her off. “In a minute, I’m killin’ it right now.”
She huffed in annoyance, pulling away from me. It wasn’t like I wasn’t interested. I just didn’t want her upstairs. Some sweetbutts were nosy as shit, and I didn’t want her poking around and finding my stash. After I finished my game, I’d take her outside. It was still nice out and there were a few dark corners where we’d have some privacy.
I was looking over my next hand when I felt Chrissie stiffen behind me. I tried not to smirk. She only got that bent out of shape around one person.
“Where’s Croy?”
