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I take another sip of my drink.
This new player Vincent has brought to the table, I’ve met him once. Irish. Bringing big money. It’s money we don’t want. Money we need. Business we can’t let the Saviours have tothemselves. “Everyone on board?” I know the money’s desirable, but that doesn’t mean my men will like working with the Saviours.
“Just Cap’ who needs a push,” he says patting me on the back. Checking his watch, Travis then pulls out his phone, placing it on the bar. “Mop should call any minute.” As he says it, his phone skates across the wood. God bless Mop and his punctuality. “Yup,” Travis answers.
I watch as he nods and agrees with Mop on the phone. When he hangs up, he looks at me, dipping his chin quickly. It’s real.
Fuck. I see a wall go up in my peripheral vision.
“I’ll go meet him, you stay here, enjoy the poker.”
“No, Trav, I’ll go.”
He stands, glugging his beer. “No. I’m your VP now. You’ve got tomorrow to think about. Stay. I’ll call if I need you.” I open my mouth to argue as he slaps me on the back. “I said I can handle it. We don’t know how bad it is yet, and I’ll be back anyway, just don’t let them drink the top shelf without food. Prospect’s going to have one hell of a night cleaning that up if they do.”
The young prospect looks up and laughs at Travis’ comment.
We stare deadpan at the twat. “Don’t smile,” I scold. “He’s fucking serious. Last time we had a full poker table, they were cleaning Chinese food off the ceilings.”
That was a fun night, until Rocco had had enough of the men continuously being able to buy into our game. He flipped his lid and went on a rampage tearing up the place.
The prospect’s face drops before he continues to fetch my men their drinks.
I nod at Travis as he leaves. I should be going. But he’s right. Showing my face seeing as I missed church today will be better for morale. Not that morale is low, more because I missed church.
Missed church for a fucking therapy session.
I scoff and sip my near empty beer. I wonder what Rocco would make of me? I’ve kept things in line for three months. I hope with our new business I can keep it that way.
Come nine o’clock, Travis still isn’t back. I thought he’d have at least called by now. I’ve checked my phone more times than I care to admit. I’ve had one glass of the hard stuff, but I haven’t allowed myself to have anymore. I don’t want to rely on it. Even though my nerves are shot, I need to be ready if Travis calls with news.
Damn, I sound like a chick.
What news that will be, I don’t know. Is it a threat? A fucking threat to our rivals? I call them rivals, but we haven’t had any trouble with the Saviours for months. A few niggles here and there when we ironed out the finer details, but nothing on this scale.
I wanted peace. Wanted to protect the people we love. And I got it. I’ll go out of my way to keep it that way, even with new ventures on the horizon. I’ll end anyone that wants to step on my toes and threaten my club or my Mrs.She aint your Mrs.No, she isn’t. But she will be. One day.
“Dean?” Captain says.
I look up noticing his lazy eyes on me.
Poor sod. How the fuck he can see the road when riding blows my mind. Not one, but two slightly wonky eyes. I quickly look at Beats. Bollocks, I wasn’t paying attention. I’ve missed his classic tell of rubbing his ears when he’s holding a decent deck. Fuck it. “Fold,” I say, slapping my cards on the table and leaning back in my chair.
Beats laughs, clearly happy I’m out. “Pussy.”
“Fuck you.” I flash a grin and shake my head.
“Show us your cards,” Captain instructs Beats and Len.
“Eye eye, Cap’.” Beats cockily and slowly places his hand of cards down.
I hear Captain call him a cunt for mocking his vision beforehe looks,I think, at Len whose lips start stretching across his face.
I start eye rolling him before he even gets the words out. I know what he’s going to say.
“Read ‘em and weep, fuckers.”
Every. Time.
