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“No one’s been out there for a while but I’m pretty sure it’s still standing. Why? Ya need somewhere to lay low?” Now, my old friend sounds concerned.
“Not me. I got someone here who needs to heal and I gotta put some distance between them and someone at the club.”
“I’ll make sure the place is ready,” he assures me, no questions asked. I like that about Mitch, he was loyal to my father and he’s loyal to me.
“Good. Tell Garrett I got his invitation. Me, Nyx, Ella, and the kids are coming for Thanksgivin’, and we’ll be bringing a few extras.”
“He’ll be pleased to hear that,” Mitch says.
“Ya can also tell him that you’ll be takin’ some vacation time. I got a little project for you to work on. This person is gonna need some guidance.”
“Hey, Jim… Now ain’t the time for me to be takin’ no vacations. We gotta lotta shit goin’ on up here. Garrett’s in deep with some political bullshit—”
“I know about the shit Garrett’s in, and when we’re there we’re gonna talk about how to get him out of it.”
“He told ya, huh?” Mitch almost sounds surprised.
“I’m his uncle, ain’t I? Bill may have kept us apart while he was alive and I may ride a Harley instead of a horse. But I’m still a Carson. We’ll get him outta the shit he’s in, but in the meantime, I need you to take care of this for me.”
“Consider it done,” Mitch assures me before he hangs up the phone.
I light myself a cigar and enjoy a few moments peace before the door bursts open and Aaron Adams storms through it.
“Decided to stick around, I see.” I smile at him sarcastically. I’ve been trying for a long time to get him to stay in one place, preferably here. He’d be an asset to any Charter. I decided to still hold the nomad meeting today, despite the fact I don’t need anyone's vote. All my members need to be aware of what’s happening over in Long Beach and this is one man I was sure would be interested. Aaron, or Wrath as he’s known these days, left his father’s Charter a few years ago after he got his cut. No one knows why, and there's few who are brave enough to ask him.
“Can I get a word?” he asks, sitting himself opposite me and lookin’ real serious.
“What can I do for ya, kid?”
“I ain’t a kid no more, Jimmer, ain’t been for a long time. You see shit in Long Beach that grows ya up real fast.”
“I can imagine.” I nod my head slowly, thinking about what Grimm told me Cliff did to that girl and wondering how many more of ‘em I don’t know about.
“I wanna be the one who kills him.” The words that come outta his mouth don’t shock me at all. They call him Wrath for a reason, and all of this is for the man who calls himself his father.
“Will you tell me why?” I ask.
“Never.” He shakes his head, determined to stand strong, “But Iwilloffer you somethin’ else.” He crosses his hands over the table and leans in a little closer. “I will return to Long Beach and I will help whoever you choose to run it any way they need me to.” He narrows his eyes like he’s just played the winning move on the chess board.
I have to admit, what he’s putting on the table is tempting, Aaron is a strong member, he’s nowhere near old enough to lead, but he’d be invaluable to any Charter he committed to. I’ve offered him enough opportunities to patch in here over the past few years.
“A lotta men want him dead.” I try my best to drive a hard bargain.
“None of ‘em deserve it like I do, Jimmer. And to get it I’m prepared to offer you my soul. That Charter is gonna need more than just a strong leader, it needs strong men under him. I’ll help Raze, any way I can.”
I smile when he fucks up.Checkmate, mother fucker!
“How d’ya know Raze is in the runnin’?” I question him with a smug grin on my face. If Aaron’s pissed off at his error, he doesn’t show it.
“He called me.” He casually sits back in his chair and crosses his arms.
“So, he’s recruitin’?” I nod my head and laugh to myself. I knew Raze wouldn’t be able to resist a challenge.
“He’s still unsure, but I think he can be convinced. The fact he asked if I’d consider staying in one place if he did tells me he’s thinkin’ about it.” Aaron makes a real good point.
“And is this you tellin’ me that you would?”
“This is me askin’ you to let me kill my father.” He creases his forehead at me. I gotta admit, I’m pleasantly surprised that he’s come here to ask. It’s proof that he respects the cut he wears and that he respects me.
