Page 37 of These Deadly Vows

I take a sip of the club’s moonshine. What got us to where we are today. To honor the brothers who came before us. The men who paved our road to hell with blood and good intentions.

Banging my gavel down on the oak table with the club’s insignia carved and burned into the middle, I call our meeting to order.

“As many of you are aware. My marriage to Adeline Ricci expands our territory.”

“Prez. Prez. Prez,” my men chant.

I wave my hands to quiet them.

“While this puts us back on top. It also brings more problems. Meaning I’ll need you working harder and longer hours to protect what’s ours. Someone’s bringing in primo cocaine. Not that cracker jack candy the Triads deal. I want to know who and where. No one makes moves in this city without my knowing about it and without us getting our cut. I want your ears to the ground. Shake shit up. Take down anyone who gets in our way. Hatchet, find out if your Russian Doll knows anything.”

“Was planning to go see her tonight.”

Flash makes a jerking off motion to Malice behind his back.

“Bet you do a lot of that for each other,” I tell them. Hatchet notices them making fun of him and punches Malice in the dick.

“Oof.” He grunts. “Flash started it.”

“Enough. You can measure your cocks later.” I turn my attention to Gunner and Grinder. “Any complications from the other night I need to be aware of?”

“An old lady, a neighbor, might have seen us. She was out walking her dog, but I handled it,” Grinder informs me.

Fuck. “How?” Last thing I need is one of my guys running down grandmas.

He smirks.

“You fucked that hag,” Gunner says, roaring with laughter.

“Talk about taking one for the team,” Goat puts his two cents in.

“Hope she was a GILF,” Cracker mutters.

“What the fuck is a GILF?” Butcher asks.

“A grandma I’d like to fuck,” Mutant educates the rest of us.

“I didn’t turn the lights on. But hell, she was soft and wet.”

“You got off by nutting in someone’s granny. You’re a sick bastard.” I shake my head.

“And you were giving me shit for wanting to fuck your wife’s bestie,” Capone grumbles.

“I don’t want to hear any more about grandmas or fucking. Let’s get back down to business.”

“Have you had dinner?”

“Axe ordered us a pizza for lunch.”

“I bet he did.” I may need to rethink Axe guarding my wife.

“He’s a nice guy.” She smiles while batting her lashes.

“Did he tell you that he’s on the run? Wanted for murder.”

“Guess that’s something you have in common. The only difference is one of you wasn’t caught.”

“If you’re trying to make me jealous, you’ll have to try a lot harder than that, princess. But nice effort.”

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