Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Saint’s mouth thinned to an angry slash. “Get the fuck outta my office.”
“Gladly.”
She turned and on her way out of his office, she smiled.
Game, set, match, motherfucker.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Okay,” Rez started, a beer in hand as he lounged on one of the couches in the BAMC clubhouse, “Phire planted a seed with Saint. Told him she witnessed him sneaking around the stash vehicle and acting suspicious. Also told him about how he’s getting women strung out on meth and pimping them out.”
They—Finn, Decker and Rez—were having an in-person, impromptu meeting about T-Bone.
Even though Nox hadn’t joined in this unofficial gathering, he had returned. Without an explanation, he’d just shown back up at The Plant. Crew heard his television on in his apartment and had pounded on the door to find him inside with the lights off and some movie playing on the screen.
Since then, he’d been quiet and kept to himself. And most questions were answered with grunts.
He was “here,” but not.
Basically, he was acting the same as he did right after his wife died.
It was worrisome and something that needed to be addressed. However, that would take a whole other meeting Axel Jamison, as president, might need to set up with the rest of the BAMC brotherhood. Everyone except for Nox, of course, since he’d be the focus of their discussion.
“He believe her?” Decker asked about the conversation Sapphire had with Saint.
“He was a dick like normal, but she said his reactions, even as slight as they were, indicated his suspicions had kicked in.” The interesting part was, Saint never asked Sapphire how she knew that T-Bone was drugging women and pimping them out. His best, and probably correct, guess was the Demon simply didn’t give a fuck. He only cared about the loss of product. It wasn’t like he had any respect for women.
“Good,” Decker answered, coming around the couch and dropping his bulk next to Rez. He was now back into the same shape as he had been before going undercover. And was not a man to physically fuck with.
Decker placed his cell phone on the low table in front of them.
Fletcher’s voice came through the speaker. “I also did what you asked, Big Deck, and set the wheels in motion with Wolf. Told him that he owed me because some of the deliveries have been light. He didn’t believe me at first. Like Saint, he was his typical asshole self. I told him I became suspicious a while back that my deliveries were light, so I started weighing every buy I did with them and tracking who delivered it. Told him it was always when I got a delivery from T-Bone. He also acted like I was bullshitting him but I could see the suspicion creeping in. Bonehead is a prospect, not a patched member, so, they can get rid of him without a vote. And when I say ‘get rid of,’ I’m not talking about stripping him of his cut.”
“Good, that’s what we want. Let them take out the trash for us,” Finn said from the couch to the left of where Rez sat. Their redheaded brother was sprawled out and taking up the whole thing. With one arm folded under his head, he appeared ready to take a nap, even though the man was wide awake like the rest of them due to the subject matter.
“When was that?” Decker asked Fletch.
“A few days ago.”
“Anyone seen him since?” Decker asked next, glancing around the sitting area.
“Not me,” Rez said. “I’m now banned from the club for protecting Sapphire from that drunk asshole.” A scene caught by the cameras that had been watched over and over again up on the third floor.
“Yeah, well, join the club,” Finn said on a laugh. “I guess we should wear our Peach Pit bans as a badge of honor.”
“Don’t like her working there,” Rez muttered.
With his eyebrows raised, Finn lifted his head and glanced over at him. “Then tell her to quit.”
Decker huffed, “From the little I know about Sapphire, she’s not taking orders from ol’ Rez Dispenser here. Didn’t she say she’d leave once Mel opened her own club?”
“She would,” Rez confirmed. He glanced over at Finn. “Any movement on that?”
“You willing to donate? We’re working on it but starting a club like that isn’t cheap. And neither one of us has enough cash lying around.”
“Is Mel looking for business partners?” Decker asked.
“She’s got one,” Finn answered. “Me.”
“Other than you, Carrot Top,” Decker clarified.
If Rez had the money, he’d help Mel get a club off the ground. That might get Sapphire out of The Peach Pit sooner than later.
He did have some savings, but…
Damn, was he really considering draining his account because he was worried about a woman he was in a “sort of” relationship with?
Was he farther gone than he thought?