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“Any ideas?” East glances around the room.
“I say put Trenton on it. About time Nickel’s boy proves he’s got what it takes to make the cut,” Smoke suggests.
We all know he has a bone to pick with him because he caused a rift between him and my sister. Blames him for her getting nabbed in the parking lot a few months back. Trenton is one of Nickel’s offspring. He was our VP until some years back when he was shot. God rest his wretched soul.
“Call him in,” Prez barks.
Bridger is closest to the door, so he does the honor.
“Get your ass in here,” he directs him, shoving him toward the end of the table to stand before us.
All of us mean mug the fuck outta him. He doesn’t back down or cower. He holds his own, meeting our stony gazes.
“You have anything to say for yourself?” Prez asks.
“I’m ready.”
Prez flashes his early whites from the curtain of his dark beard that’s flecked with silver and gray. “Good. Time to prove your worth.” Murder gives him the rundown of his orders. “Silence the bitch. Whatever it takes. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Now back to your post, boy.”
Trenton files out. Prez has to be hard on him. His old man was his right-hand man for years. It’s what he’d expect. What he’d want for his legacy.
“Next on the agenda is the charity ride for Lily’s Hope,” Link says with a nod in my direction.
“Ride is set up for the first week in October. We’ll leave out that Saturday morning and end at Drag Creek, where we’ve partnered with Rebel Black and the BRRMC. They’ll host us at their lake cabins. They’ve got some trail rides lined up. Half the proceeds will go to Lily and her organization. Then the rest will be split 25/25 between our clubs after operational costs.”
“Sounds good, brother.”
“I’m taking a ride out to finalize the deal and do an inspection of the cabins in a few weeks.”
“Sandman, Link, and Banks will ride with you.”
Damn. I was hoping to take Zoe. It’s a nice ride this time of year with the leaves starting to turn. I should suggest that the other brothers make a day of it with their women too.
“This bring us to new business and why I called you all here.”
The mood in the rooms shifts. All of us pick up on the seriousness in Murder’s voice. The way his eyes darken as he stares each of us down.
“We need to talk about the future of the mansion and this club. We took a hit with Shiloh’s death. The girls don’t feel safe and we’re losing funds at an alarming rate. The city is breathing down my neck to sell.”
It doesn’t escape me that all eyes are now on Smoke and his part in this. None of us fault him for his reaction to what that cunt did to him. The way she violated him. Drugging, raping, and videoing him. The fact that he did her in on his own at the mansion without clearing shit with Prez was the problem.
We would have found another way. This shit landed him on probation and, as Prez said. Our business is down. Not all Smoke’s fault, but that solo act didn’t do us any fucking favors.
“There’s an opportunity for us to sell to a motivated buyer. Before we put this to a vote, I’m turning this over to Link.”
“Financially right now, it would make sense to sell soon unless we get business up and running again. We need new girls. That requires more capital. The repairs aren’t complete in some rooms. No one wants to be in Shiloh’s room. Few of them swear it’s haunted.”
Hound snorts. “Maybe we should call in the Scooby Gang.”
“It’s Ghostbusters, dumbass,” Viking argues.
“Same fucking thing.”
“No, it’s not. One group has a dog, and the other has that slime monster.”
