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Shaking my head, I open my mouth to say something, but Roadkill beats me to it. “It’s going to be way too much overhead if we get it from them. We won’t make a profit at all. The whole point is to use locally sourced good shit.”
Good one.
“I got a line on someone. He doesn’t have as big of an operation, but I think he might be able to help us in a pinch,” Agony announces.
He doesn’t really talk much, but when he does, it’s always something important. Sliding my tongue across my bottom lip, I nod as I flick my attention from Roadkill to Legacy. He watches Agony for a moment, then swings his attention back to the group.
“Get the info, then let me know as soon as possible. That’s not the only thing I wanted to discuss this evening,” Legacy says.
My brows knit together as I wait for whatever it is he’s going to say next. I have no fucking idea what it could be. I don’t realize that I’m holding my breath as I wait for him to speak, until I am forced to release it because… well, I can’t fucking breathe.
“I want to bring up an idea. It’s for a vote. I haven’t decided on anything, but I think we should discuss this.”
Fuck.
I don’t know what this could be, but all thought of Raul goes straight out of the window. This isn’t about him; it’s not about transport or any of that shit. It’s bigger. Fuck me. The way Legacy appears as if he’s going to be fucking sick worries me.
This is big.
“We’re an MC,” he says as he clears his throat. “We got some of the best mechanics around.”
There’s a pause as his gaze flicks between us all, one by one, then he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and sucks inward, making a whistling noise.
“What about going legit?”
I know he’s asking a question, but it feels more like a statement. You could hear a fucking pin drop. Maybe even knock any one of us over with a feather. Shifting my attention to Roadkill, I really look at him. He is frowning as he stares at Legacy. He didn’t know. His own VP didn’t know that he’s been thinking on this.
“What the fuck?” I ask on a hiss. “Why?”
He brokered this shit with Raul, my wife, and now he wants to change the way it works. “What does that mean for me? For Piper?”
“Not sure yet. It’s a thought I’ve been debating on, but I don’t have a plan or details. Won’t be anything I would want to do without talking to my brothers first. No need to waste time making a plan if everyone votes it down.”
“Why now?” Hellcat asks.
“Why not? I got a kid now, a wife. I’m not sure I want to go back to jail.”
The silence continues. The men look from one another to their boots, then back to one another before we all shift our attention to Legacy.
“What do you think we’re going to do for work?” Agony asks.
Legacy shrugs his shoulders, then he lifts his arm and wraps his hand around the back of his neck. He clears his throat, shifting from one foot to another. It’s clear this whole thing is making him nervous, but he’s trying not to show it.
“And how do we make money?” Volt asks.
“Like I said, I have a bunch of great mechanics here,” he murmurs. “We could start a mechanics shop. Fuck, I don’t know.”
“Brother, we like tearing cars apart and making creations,” Roadkill states.
He’s right.
We do.
And that is not the same as fixing minivans and tuning up SUVs. I have no fucking desire for that shit… like ever.
“It would be a slow transition,” Legacy calls out. “Whatever we decide as our mode of income, we’d keep doing shit for Raul until the money was good enough so we could quit. And as far as Piper is concerned, nothing in that contract states that we are indebted to Raul forever. That contract is so that we don’t kill his brother and have a modicum of peace after what fucking happened.”
Yet here I am, fucking with Raul and Dutch, but at the same time fucking with Cyrus, too. And doing it all behind my president’s back. But there is a chance for change, and I can’t deny that the sound of going legit is almost alluring.
