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“Been a while, in general. A week, I guess. Couldn’t enjoy the stuff from this morning. Stupid fuckin’ sponsor got in the way.”
Hammer looked amused, watching me turn into a bundle of drugged out energy. It hit harder after a week without. I probably should’ve done a line at home so I wasn’t tweaking so hard during this meeting, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Especially when Hammer offered me more.
After I’d done another line, I pulled out my phone to text Sam. Hammer snatched it from me, his amused look finally disappearing.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re calling?”
I didn’t even hesitate, which was fucking stupid, and I’d regret opening my big mouth later. “My girl. She’s hot as fuck. Wanna make sure she waits up for me. She’s a screamer.”
That made him bark out a laugh, shaking his head. “Man, stop thinkin’ with your fuckin’ dick for a minute. We’re in a meeting.” He tossed me back my phone, and I reluctantly shoved it into my pocket. I’d message Sam later. Hopefully, she’d still be up.
When a big dude in a Border Reavers cut walked up to us, my first instinct was to pull out my piece. I reached for it, but he didn’t look in my direction, leaning to whisper something to Hammer. Hammer’s eyes narrowed and shifted to me as he waved the guy off.
“My friend tells me you were escorted into the city. You go cryin’ to daddy?”
Scrunching up my face, I shot him a confused look. “Huh?”
He pulled out his piece, holding it low so the crowd around us didn’t notice. If I wasn’t high off my ass, I might’ve been apprehensive. But as messed up as I was, I could only raise my eyebrows at him.
“Thought you needed my help.”
He made an irritated noise. “Not if you’re gonna stab me in the back. Why was Reaper in the city, Clink?”
I rolled my eyes, spinning a lie effortlessly. “Lookin’ for you. A prospect saw you and Croy’s been sending out sweeps like last time. I went with him to throw him off and told him I’d do another sweep so he could go home to his ol’ lady. Man’s fuckin’ pussy whipped.”
Hammer looked suspicious, but I felt like I could conquer the world. I laced my fingers behind my head, leaning back, my expression relaxed. I didn’t even feel like I was acting at this point. I was just enjoying myself.
“Prove it. Tell me what happened to my man inside.”
My brow furrowed. “Who? Wrecker? Fucker got handsy with Reaper’s girl and got a bullet between the eyes for it. Why?”
He watched me, squinting his eyes like he was trying to read my thoughts. That’d be a neat trick, but I doubted it. I could barely keep up with my thoughts right now. Most of them seemed stuck on Sam, though. I was rocking a semi just thinking about her and knowing she was home waiting for me was a novelty.
“You gonna spit out what you want with me? I gotta better things to be doing right now.” Like Sam’s fine ass.
He made a face. “You fuckin’ a dude now?”
I hadn’t realized I’d said that last part out loud. I was really digging myself into a hole right now and I needed to shut the hell up about her. Hammer didn’t need details on my girl.
“Nah. Girl Sam. Surprised the hell out of me too when she showed up.”
He grunted, no longer interested in the conversation, which was good. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting up in the middle of the club. My knee started bouncing again, this time because I wanted to get back to Sam, but Hammer waved my hand at the baggie on the table between us.
“Take another hit and let’s get down to business.”
Like I’d say no to that. I took the hit and shuddered when tingles spread through my body. No better feeling than the high.
“So what’s the plan? You got a clubhouse? ‘Cause I need a bigger room. I’m not sharing with no one.”
The amused look came back, and he leaned back in his seat again. “We’ll get to that later. For now, I want you to stay with the Devil’s Disciples.”
My brow furrowed, and I leaned forward, tipping my head. “Thought you wanted me to join you? Croy’s gonna make me get a sponsor if I stick around there.”
He waved me off. “I’ll send you back with some. I can’t just have you join. You need to prove yourself. So go back to the MC and get me what I need. I want another batch of the product. Full pallet this time. I’ve got a buyer who’s hungry for more.”
I whistled low. “Full pallet, huh? Big ask. Big ask. What do I get in return?”
He shook his head with a grin. “Maybe Croy’s got a point about not letting people get high when there’s work to be done. I already told you that. You get to join me. Then you’ll get a cut of the product on top of your pay.”
