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Biting my lip, I tried not to grimace. “At least a couple of weeks. It’d be faster if I could get some help, but–”
He made an irritated noise. “You need help, you find it here. There’s plenty of lazy shits sitting around. Get them to help you.”
Stunned, I jerked my head back a little. “You… You want me to make your people do electrical work? They aren’t trained and–”
He flashed me an annoyed look before aggressively signing the paper and handing it back to me. “I told you before. Just you. If you can’t handle it, we’ll put this shit on hold until later.”
The thought of him taking the job away pushed the nerves back, and I straightened my spine, lifting my chin. “No, I can handle it. I’ll get it done.”
He nodded once. “Good. Now get gone. I’ve got shit to do.”
I shot Riley a confused look, but she just shrugged and gestured towards the door. She moved to follow me out, but Croy’s growl stopped her.
“Baby, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
When I glanced over my shoulder at her, worried that she was still in trouble for coming in without knocking, she flashed me a grin and winked before nudging me out the door and closing it behind her. Shaking my head, I spun around and aimed for the door, coming to an abrupt stop when I realized Clink wasn’t around anymore. I wasn’t his sponsor, it wasn’t my job to follow him around and make sure he stayed sober, but worry still passed through me and I found myself going to look for him instead. Just a quick check, then I’d get out of here.
CHAPTER 16
CLINK
Reaper and Brewer approached me right after Riley dragged Sam into Croy’s office. Agitation spread through me at their approach, but I masked it with a grin, lifting my chin in greeting.
“Sup?”
“Church,” was Reaper’s brusque reply. Since I knew what this was about, I grudgingly followed. At least he was kind enough to keep it out of the general public. Church was soundproofed. You had to have your ear pressed to the door to get anything and it wouldn’t be much.
Dropping myself into a chair at the wooden table in the middle of the room, I let the mask fall and glowered at the wall. None of this was my idea, and I hated being forced into it. I could do this shit just fine on my own.
The other two sat down next to me, and Reaper spoke first. “I told Brewer what’s what. He’s your new shadow. You work together, you hunt together. That’s the fucking deal until we can trust that you’re not going to sneak off to get high. Got it?”
Surprised, I jerked my head up. “Hold up. You said I couldn’t join in hunting Hammer.”
Reaper’s face darkened, and he crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. He didn't look pleased with the idea, but Brewer answered for him.
“That was my idea. You can’t keep this on the DL if you’re hiding in the clubhouse. Figured you’d rather have a babysitter than be trapped here all day.”
Letting out a slow breath, I considered it before nodding. “Yeah, alright. I appreciate it, man. I can do my damn job. But what are we gonna tell Croy?”
“Nothing, for now. He wants to up security around the product, so I can be there when you meet with the sellers and shit without drawing attention. And he won’t even blink about us hunting together. It’s smarter to move in pairs, anyway.”
Some of the fight drained out of me and I relaxed a little. It pissed me off, the whole babysitter shit. I wasn’t a prospect who didn't know how to wipe their own ass. But Brewer was a good choice. He was doing his best to make this as painless as possible, and I appreciated it. I wasn’t going to be a sappy dick about it, though, so I just nodded.
“Alright. We got a timeline on when the hunt starts?”
Reaper shot me an irritated look. “No, because I’m here with you instead of out there handling business. For now, shadow the electrician. Croy seems to think Hammer won’t get involved with women to get to us, but I don’t trust the asshole. Make sure she’s legit.”
There was no doubt in my mind that Sam wouldn’t get involved with Hammer. She didn’t strike me as the type to let someone talk shit, and Hammer didn’t have a polite bone in his body. She wouldn’t give that slimy piece of shit the time of day.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind before I heard her shout. All three of us whipped our heads towards the door and I was out of my seat before we could question it. I threw the door open, stalking out of the room, and came up short, looking between Sam and the prospect who was on the floor with a bloody nose.
“What the fuck?”
She spun around, seething, her face flushed. Whatever happened, it pissed her off. She looked ready for heads to roll.
“What happened?”
Before she could speak, the prospect launched to his feet, pointing an accusing finger at her. “I found her sneaking around and when I called her out, she hit me.”
