Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Zane snorted. “Yeah, right. You said that last time. And the time before that. And the—”
“Got your fuckin’ point. Mean it this time. Don’t wanna lose my spot at the head of the table.”
“That’s the most important reason to keep your ass outta prison?”
Zeke might have a new reason to keep his shit straight, but until he got confirmation on his suspicion, he wasn’t saying dick. “Didn’t say it was the only reason. Any-fuckin’-way, think we got enough scratch for that shit?”
“Guess we need to ask Cruz. As the fuckin’ treasurer, he should know that info.”
He should. Didn’t mean he did. “Then fuckin’ ask him. If we can swing it, set up a meet with the rest of the officers. Bring all the details so we can vote on it.”
Zane grinned. “Sounds like you think it’s a good idea.”
“Think it’s a genius fuckin’ idea.” Zeke didn’t mind giving credit where credit was due. “And we’ll get more benefit than just scratch out of it.”
Zane groaned. “Just remember it’s a highly regulated industry. We’re gonna have to deal with a lotta red tape and bureaucracy bullshit.”
“That’s why we got club attorneys.” Zeke added a huge grin.
Rage’s mother used to be their sole attorney, but now they had two. Dawg’s daughter, Lily, and Linc’s daughter, Adrianna, had taken over Kiki’s former law firm and were doing a damn good job at it, too.
“They’re attorneys, not goddamn government whisperers.”
“They’re both smart, ruthless, and relentless. That’s why the club covered their damn education. Have a sit down with Lily, see what she says, and present it at the table.”
“You for it, even if openin’ it’s gonna be a pain in the ass?”
“Fuck yeah. It’s a fuckin’ cash business. Can’t get better than that.”
“But it’ll be like the gun shop where we gotta hire people without a record.”
Zeke shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Let Lily go over the small details. She ain’t gonna blow smoke up our asses if it’s outta our reach.”
The swinging door from the commercial kitchen opened and a head peeked around it. “Hey, Prez, Kyra’s looking for you.”
What the fuck?
Coop, one of The Iron Horse’s managers and an OG, said, “Thought she booked it outta town after she caught Bunny suckin’ your dick.”
Zane answered, “She did, but she didn’t fuckin’ catch him. He did it out in the open, not givin’ a shit who saw it.”
Coop smirked. “For the rest of us, ain’t nothin’ fuckin’ new. Apparently, for her, it was.”
Zeke could feel his brother’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his face. “You tryin’ to get back with her?”
“No.”
“Good, ‘cause if you were, don’t think she’d appreciate Cherry waitin’ upstairs for you. Most likely naked and already on her way to bein’ smashed.”
Fuck. “Good thing Kyra ain’t goin’ upstairs, then.”
“Good thing.” When Zane chuckled, Zeke ground his teeth.
“Want me to send her in here?” Coop asked. “Or you wanna talk to her over in the bar?”
Zeke glanced at his brother. Of course the fucker was grinning ear to ear. “Do me a favor and go up and make sure Cherry ain’t up in my fuckin’ room.”
“Ain’t your little bitch. Accordin’ to you, I’m Bri’s bitch and I got lunch to pick up, remember? Somethin’ I’ll actually benefit from. Not babysittin’ a sweet butt.”
“She can blow you quick,” Zeke suggested.
Zane sucked down the rest of his beer and stood. “Rather have Bangin’ Burgers.” He whacked Zeke on the arm again. “Good fuckin’ luck, brother.”
Zeke could hear his brother chuckling all the way through the common area and out the door to the rear parking lot.
“Prez?”
He swung his attention back to Coop. Fuck.
He glanced around to make sure no one else was lurking. “Send her in here.”
With an answering nod, the door swung shut.
Why the fuck was Kyra here? To give him more shit?
He needed something stronger than a fucking beer. He opened his mouth to order a whiskey and realized he was alone. With a grumble, he got up and went behind the bar, hoping Cherry didn’t take the only fucking bottle of Jack left.
Fuck it. He snagged another brand of whiskey instead, poured himself two fingers-worth, and knocked it back. He then poured another two fingers-worth and waited.
When the door swung open again, his heart seized, then restarted with a bang.
He never missed any other female like he had missed Kyra. He thought he was over her. Her return proved he was fucking wrong.
It still fucked with his head that she looked exactly like the last time he saw her, except for her hips being a bit wider and her tits a bit fuller. Most likely from spitting out that boy of hers.
A boy that might be his.
If he knocked someone up by accident, at least Kyra was a better choice than a fucking sweet butt or one of the strippers from Heaven’s Angels.