Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Amen,” Torres murmured.
“Can we get this meeting started?” Nox asked impatiently.
“You in a rush?” Finn asked him.
“Got somewhere I need to be soon.”
He either had a therapy appointment or a grief support group meeting to attend. Either way, Crew didn’t care if he went in the middle of a workday as long as he went. And kept going.
“Before we get started on the official business… Any signs of T-Bone, Ghost?” Decker asked Fletch.
“None. I haven’t seen him or even heard his name mentioned once. I saw another prospect coming in and out of that first room in their quarters. I just want to confirm that was T-Bone’s, right?”
“Yeah.” Decker turned to Cami. “Have you seen or heard about the prospect at Hawg Wild?”
“Not a word.” She slid into a seat at the conference table while tugging her skirt down to prevent flashing the whole team.
Crew sure as fuck hoped she was wearing underwear. Iron underwear. With a lock.
“At this point, my guess is they eighty-sixed him,” Fletch said, pulling Crew out from under Cami’s skirt and back to the conversation at hand.
“Good,” Decker said.
“Couldn’t happen to a nicer asshole,” Finn said next.
“That’ll be one less burden on the taxpayers,” Nox said from his office chair over at one of the desks.
“If the Demons got rid of him, I really hope they got rid of him. The Earth will be a little bit safer for women,” Decker said.
“Losing one asshole doesn’t make much of a dent in that department,” Wilder told them through the conference phone.
“True,” Cami agreed. “Plenty of other entitled men out there who think we can’t survive without them. Or don’t understand the word no.”
“Or ‘fuck off,’” Wilder added. “I swear these Demons are the worst, too. I can be standing right next to Fletch and they still try to pull shit with me.”
“How many fingers have you broken?” Finn asked.
“Apparently not enough for them to get the message,” Wilder answered. “But most of them are pretty fucking dense.”
“Aren’t you protecting your ol’ lady, Ghost?” Crew asked.
“Excuse me?” Wilder’s shout filled the room. “I certainly don’t need Fletch protecting me. I’m capable of doing that on my own, fuck you very much.”
“We’re not simpering females who collapse with the vapors when we’re challenged,” Cami stated.
Finn snorted. “The vapors?”
“Try Google,” Cami suggested. “It’s a search engine found on the internet. It’s like a Magic 8 Ball. You ask it a question and it gives you an answer.”
“Damn.” Wilder laughed. “I’ll have to remember that one.”
“Okay,” Crew started, “do you have anything to share, Fletch, on your end, now that you’ve been with the Demons for a few weeks? Wilder, feel free to add anything since I know you’ve been working on getting the ol’ ladies to trust you.”
“Working is right,” Wilder answered before her partner could. “They are tight-lipped. Either because they’re protective of their club or they truly don’t know shit.”
“Technically, the members aren’t supposed to share club business with their women,” Decker said. “So, it would be no surprise if they were truly clueless on what those fuckwads are doing.”
“It’s pretty easy to figure it out,” Fletch began. “What they’re doing is expanding their drug business. That said, they haven’t completely cut out the Russos yet, but they’re heading in that direction. From what I’ve overheard, they’ve made a deal with the cartel to buy extra kilos every time they head down to the border for the Russos. Of course, they’re keeping that from La Cosa Nostra. I think they want to build their enterprise as much as possible before they completely cut them out. They believe the more money they make and the more they expand their territory, it’ll make them invincible.”
Wilder picked up from there. “They couldn’t be more wrong. First of all, I doubt the Russos give a shit about them expanding their territory as long as the Demons don’t step on their toes by moving into Pittsburgh itself. However, the other MCs in that surrounding area, like the Angels and the Knights, will. But the Russos will care that they’re buying extra kilos because that could mean less sales to their own street dealers.”
“If the Demons keep going the direction they are, they’re going to have more than one enemy,” Nox murmured.
“They’ll have a minimum of three, depending on how far they try to push it,” Crew surmised. “Only out of those three, who will crush those assholes first?”
“Don’t forget us,” Finn reminded him. “You’re only considering the MCs and the Mafia. We’re also breathing down their neck.”
“Right,” Crew agreed, “we’re the only ones who know every damn thing they’re up to. Of course, the Dirty Angels have an idea—which is why they let Fletch and Wilder go under with them—but they don’t know all the details. And we don’t want them to.”
Fletch spoke next. “Right now the Russos have no clue that they’re being cut out, but they’ll discover it before long. How soon can we get indictments rolling and at least take the biggest players into custody before the shit hits the fan?”