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The guy jogged around the bar, hurrying over to stand in front of me, his hands flat by his side like he was in the fucking army. “Yes, Prez?”
“You know where the cleaning supplies are?”
He nodded one sharp bob. “Yes, Prez. I do.”
“Good, cos you’re gonna go get them… fucking all of them… and you’re going to clean every bathroom in this clubhouse.” I ignored the look of horror on his face, the way his eyes scanned the room in shock as if he was waiting for someone to start laughing and call, just kidding! “Showers, toilets, floors. That shit better be so spotless I could eat a meal off them.”
I turned to walk away, but before I made it even a step, a hand grabbed my shoulder. “Prez, can I ask wh—”
My fist collected his jaw before he could finish, sending him flying a couple of feet at least before hitting the floor with a thump in a crumbled pile.
No. No fucking way this shitbag had that kind of death wish.
“Why? You want to know why, Boon?” The men who were in the room crowded close but didn’t make a move to step in.
Boon looked up at me from the floor, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yes, Prez. I do.”
I reached down, grabbing a fistful of his cut. “Because I asked you to shadow Shay, and you couldn’t even get that fucking right. You let her go into that grocery store, where Vince Martelli confronted and scared the crap out of her because you weren’t there to step in like I’d fucking ordered you to do.”
“I didn’t…” he rasped, trying not to squirm as I got in his face. “I didn’t think—”
“That’s exactly right. You didn’t think, and because of that, Shay ended up in a situation where no one had her back or supported her when she needed it the most!” I slammed him back against the floor and took a few steps back. “Shay is a part of this family, and you left her out in the cold.”
I don’t know who I was angrier with. Boon. Or myself.
I should have seen it.
I should have known that bastard wouldn’t be done with her. I mean, having a brother shadow her was a precaution, but since the party a week ago, he hadn’t exactly been the concern in my mind that he should have been.
Shay pissed him off. She made him look like an idiot in front of his family.
And if Vince had done something to Shay, I would have looked like an idiot in front of mine by underestimating the fucking bastard.
My cell phone began to ring and vibrate in my pocket.
“Clean the fucking bathrooms, Boon!” I called over my shoulder as I walked out of the clubhouse and to the attached three-car garage, pulling my phone out as I stepped out into the front of the compound.
“Huntsman, long time no talk.”
Huntsman was the president of The Exiled Eight MC in Las Vegas.
The man was well known as a take-no-shit kind of president, and his military background played a huge part in that. He also had a few other talents I hoped to take advantage of.
“Hey, brother, sorry I missed your call yesterday,” Huntsman apologized. “What can I do for you?”
While the man was a brother and someone I considered a close friend, we were alike in a lot of ways, one of them that we didn’t like to fuck around with small talk. We liked to get straight to the point. “I need you to find someone for me.”
He chuckled lightly. “The kind of find where once I find them, no one else will, or the kind where you just need to know an address, and you’ll deal with the details yourself?”
This was how the man got his name. If you needed someone found, he was the person to find them. And if you wanted that person lost, too, that was extra.
“For now, just the second,” I explained, kicking at some stones. “I haven’t spoken to my Old Lady about this yet. I just wanted to know if you could find them first, then decide from there what to do about their pathetic existence.”
Huntsman let out a burst of laughter. “Since when did you take another Old Lady?”
“Not officially, but that’s what she’s going to be as soon as possible.”
“Mm, and this person you need me to find?” he questioned thoughtfully.
