Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Each Fury chapter had a front business—a construction company, a diner, or a bar. The business was used to launder the money we made from running guns and high-grade marijuana.
We had the Vault.
It was a high-end gentleman’s club with décor that matched its name. Our women were not only smoking hot but clean and eager. We also had certain VIP amenities that drew in a crowd from miles away, which gave us ample opportunities to move the marijuana we had coming in.
It was a successful venture all around, and we needed to make sure it stayed that way—which was why I turned to Prez and said, “We’ll take care of it.”
Prez nodded, then turned his focus back to his conversation with Seven and Creed. Memphis looked like someone had pissed in his Cheerios as he grumbled, “I need a fucking drink.”
“I tell ya what. Let’s ride over and check on things at the Vault.” I gave him a nudge. “I’d bet that cast will get ya some extra attention from the girls.”
“If it means getting the fuck out of here, I’m all for it.”
And with that, we got up and headed out. It was a beautiful day—perfect for riding, but Memphis’s broken hand made that difficult. We had no choice but to take the truck. As soon as we got inside, Memphis looked at me with a grimace. “Sorry about having to take the cage. I know it sucks.”
“Don’t sweat it.” I started the engine. “It won’t be long before you’re back at it.”
“Three weeks seems like a lifetime.”
“It’ll be done in a blink.”
“We’ll see about that.” His smile faded as he said, “Goose mentioned that you’ve got Clayborn’s sister staying over at your place.”
“She is.”
“Her brother killed Beck.”
“She might’ve been his sister, but there was no love lost when he died. He was a piece of shit, and she knew it.”
“But blood is blood.”
“Come meet her.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Come meet her, and then come at me with the whole blood is blood shit.”
“And if I think you should put her out?”
“You won’t.”
“But if I do?”
The thought brought an unexpected unease, but Memphis was my brother. If he wanted her gone, then I’d have no choice but to put her out. “Then, she goes.”
“Alright, then. When do I meet her?”
“Just say the word.”
He gave me a nod, then turned his attention back to the road ahead.
Damn.
It was always something.
The club was only a few miles away from the Vault, so it didn’t take us long to drive over. It wasn’t even dark yet, and the lot was already filling up. Memphis and I parked and then headed inside. As soon as we walked through the door, I started scanning the room, taking note of who was there and what they were doing, while Memphis paid his respects to a couple of our regulars. I gave him a minute, and then we started through the crowd.
“Everything looks to be running smooth.”
“So, it seems.”
Memphis and I continued towards the back, where several of the dancers were talking among themselves. We had twenty or more girls who worked various shifts throughout the week. They were all good girls, but there were a couple who stood out above all the rest—like Star and Nikki. They’d been working with us for several years and knew all the ins and outs of the club.
They also knew our expectations, so I wasn’t surprised when they both stopped talking the second they saw us walking towards them. Their backs straightened, and their expressions were a mix of respect and curiosity as they listened to me say, “Evening, ladies.”
“Hey, Grim,” Star replied. “How’s it going?”
“Can’t complain.” Star was a pretty redhead with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen and a killer figure. She was wearing a silver getup with a tiny halter and an even smaller skirt, and it looked damn good on her. “You’re looking good today.”
“Thanks.” She smiled. “I borrowed it from Casey Jo.”
“It suits you.”
Nikki’s blue eyes widened as she stepped over to Memphis and gasped, “What happened to your hand?”
And just like I expected, the rest of the girls rushed over and started fretting over him like he’d lost a damn leg or something. They had their hands all over him, doting like he was their man, and Memphis was eating it up. It gave him the distraction he needed, so I just stepped back and let him have his moment.
He played along for a bit but eventually stepped back and said, “Ladies, ladies. I’m good. I just let my temper get the best of me. Consider it a lesson learned.”
“Is there anything we can do?”
“Just do what you do.” Memphis glanced around before saying, “Looks like we’re off to a good night.”
“Oh, yeah.” Star nodded. “Tuesday nights have become popular ever since you hired Kip.”