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“And if we see something on the monitors, how the fuck are we supposed to get to the scene in time to stop it?” Toga demands.
“I don’t kn—”
“Have a rotating schedule for downtown patrol,” Carnie suggests. When all eyes turn to him, he shrugs. “What?”
“If we’re gonna do that, we need to discuss patching in some of the prospects,” Duck says. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I don’t wanna be away from home more than once or twice a month.”
“Same here,” Magic snaps. “With the kids…”
“I get it,” Snow says with a sigh. “But I, for one, want the world to be safer for our kids.” He turns to Duck. “If Daisy were old enough to go bar hopping downtown, would you feel differently? Would you be willing to be on patrol more than twice a month?”
“I’d be out there every goddamn night,” Duck snarls as he presses a fist to his chest. “Fucking hell, man. I don’t even wanna think about my baby girl out there with the evil that exists. Makes my heart feel all twitchy.”
“Then maybe we need to figure out how to make this work and quit bitching that we can’t be home every night,” Snow barks.
“Are you gonna be out there, away from Sami and Lennox?” Toga asks.
“Fucking right I’ll be out there.” Prez slams a fist on the table. “When have I ever asked you all to do something I’m not willing to do?”
“Never.”
“Exactly.”
I stop pacing and return to my spot at the table, but I don’t sit. “If we’re gonna do this, I suggest we test it out with one business first, see how it goes.”
“Lemme guess,” Carnie taunts. “You wanna start with Barlow’s?”
“What makes you say that?” I demand.
“Dip, you’ve been going to that damn bar every night,” Snow says dryly. “I might not be the smartest man on the planet, but it doesn’t take a fucking genius to figure out there’s a reason for that.” He arches a brow. “And I’d bet my patch that the reason has tits and a pussy.”
“Jesus, is another one biting the dust?” Brady quips.
“I haven’t bitten anything,” I snap. “And so what if I am going to Barlow’s because of a chick? What’s it matter?”
“It doesn’t,” Duck says. “But if there’s a woman you’ve got your sights set on, why haven’t you told us about her?”
I throw my hands up, exasperated. “Want me to go pour us all cups of tea so we can sit here and gab like grannies? Or can we get back to business and leave my personal life outta the conversation?”
“Your personal life affects this club,” Duck bites out before his expression hardens. “Trust me, I would know. In case you’ve forgotten, my personal life very recently blew shit all to hell around here.”
“All of our personal crap has at one point or another,” Snow adds. “Look, Dip, I don’t give a flying fuck who you sink your dick into, but if you’re stuck on some chick as bad as it seems you are, then it won’t be long before you’re claiming her and making her part of the family.”
“Claiming her?” I huff out a laugh. “I haven’t even talked to her!”
“What?” Magic asks, his lips twitching with barely concealed laughter.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I scowl. “Can we please get back to business?”
“Fine,” Snow says. “But if this whole idea of yours passes the vote, we’re starting with Barlow’s.”
“Whatever,” I mutter.
“All in favor of Dip’s idea, say ‘aye’,” Snow instructs.
The vote is unanimous. Looks like Satan’s Legacy is making itself the unofficial guardians of Denver.
“Any objections to starting with Barlow’s?” Snow asks, and every brother shakes his head.
