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Roadkill dips his chin in a sharp nod. “Okay, then,” he says with a smirk. “That sounds good enough for me. You talk to her brother? Maybe he’s got some insight?”
Dipping my chin in a nod, I let out a sigh. “Logan claims he doesn’t know shit. Says they weren’t close, and she hasn’t reached out. I believe him, not because he’s trustworthy, but because Reese told me she wanted nothing to do with him. She came here because he was here, but they were never close. She told me it was a safety thing, that if she was desperate, maybe he would help her. And I do not understand that shit because nothing about Logan is safe.”
“Fuck,” he grunts.
Thankfully, he drops the conversation. I’m glad he does because I wasn’t going to amend my plans because Roadkill didn’t agree with something. I really don’t give a fuck what he thinks about this. I bought that building, Reese is mine, and eventually, I believe it’s going to work out the way it’s meant to. Call me an optimist, but I know what I want.
I take the moment of silence to move on to another topic. “What do you think this car is going to go for?” I ask.
We’re working on restoring our second car. It’s fucking awesome. It was a beat-to-shit 1977 Eldorado convertible. Its engine is shit, although they were made that way, and the body is big and bulky.
Our plan is to completely tear out the engine and replace it with some serious horsepower. Interior needs to be completely redone, which is the way these projects typically go. But we’ve got some drawings and plan on making the body a bit more streamlined.
It’s not going to look like a 1977 Eldorado when we’re done with it. What it’s going to look like is a custom leg spreader.
I’m fucking here for it.
The Cutlass we chopped and rebuilt turned out amazing and made a fuckton of money. But it wasn’t enough to sustain us for long. With as many members as we have who need to be paid out every month, money doesn’t go far.
We need to get good at this shit so we can make some serious coin. We all have enough from what we did with the Hell’s Souls over the past few years to float us, but we aren’t swimming in bank.
“I’m hoping we can get a hundred thousand for it,” he murmurs.
That would be sweet. We just need about three of those a month to fund our men to a level of comfort that I know they would be happy with, and five or more would make life a lot fucking easier and keep the troops from being restless.
But not every car is going to sell for that much, so we probably need more like eight a month. Ten would be better. My brain is spinning, thinking of how we’re going to pull all of that off. Goddamn, that’s going to take a toll. I don’t know if we can truly do it all. It’s a lot of fucking work.
But maybe there is something else for us. Bending slightly, I reach for a bottle of beer and pop the top, taking a long drink, at least half the contents in one gulp, while my brain continues to work through things.
“What happens when we can’t keep pulling these big projects?” I ask.
Roadkill chuckles. “I got no fucking clue. I’m just as new to this as you are.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I clear my throat. “We gotta have a better plan than that shit. The men won’t have that. Not for long anyway.”
He lifts his grill lid again and turns the meat over, but I can tell he is not happy about what I’ve said. He’s thinking about it, and I know he agrees. He may not say it because he was one of the people who wanted to go legit as much as Legacy. I can’t blame any of them, but I still need to get paid, and so do the others.
“I agree,” he murmurs. “But this is what we’re doing right now. You got anything else to bring to the table?”
I got fucking nothing.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Me neither.”
REESE
Slipping into the motel room, I sink down to the floor and bring my legs up to my chest. I rest my cheek against my knee and pinch my eyes closed, inhaling a deep breath before I let it out slowly. I try to breathe in and out to calm myself.
I sawhim.
At least I think it washim. I’m not one-hundred-percent sure, but if it wasn’t, he looked enough likehimto scare the absolute shit out of me. When my heart slowly returns to a regular tempo, I open my eyes and glance around the space.
Everything I left here is seemingly untouched. It’s time for me to leave again. Standing, I move through the room and gather all my belongings. It isn’t much, but I haven’t worked enough hours at the little local bar for cash to rebuy all my toiletries.
Once the things are thrown into a bag, I walk to the door and tug it open. My breath hitches at the sight in front of me. I didn’t expect it, and yet, I should have. I knew it washim.
And nowhe’sstanding right in front of me.
I fucked up. Badly.
