Page 21 of Disturbed Lucidity

The man cried, fervently shaking his head.

“Didn’t think so,” I grumbled, dropping his ass to the floor.

Leaning against the wall, I looked around the small office and asked, “So, Billy? How long have you been dealing for Carlos?”

“What?”

“Los Santanas.”

“Luc, I wouldn’t. I work for you, man. I swear!”

“Yeah, that’s not the word on the streets. Word is you’ve been skimming off my club to pay your debt to Los Santanas, and when that wasn’t enough, you let those sick fucks in my backdoor.”

When the fucker stayed silent, I shook my head.

“Okay Billy. Have it your way. Trash, you know what to do,” I said, turning my back on the bleeding fucker as Trash grinned.

Heading back toward the showroom, I lit another cigarette, taking a seat at the bar as I heard Billy’s screams.

The sound made me feel all giddy inside.

Fucker deserved everything he was about to receive.

“What you wanna do, Luc?” Saint asked.

“Get the Plebs over here tomorrow morning. I want this place cleaned from top to bottom. They find anything of importance, I want to know about it. Text Indigo and have him wipe the hard drives and security cameras.”

“We’re gonna have a problem with Los Santanas, boss.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” I stated, throwing my cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out with the tip of my boot. “Fuckers wanna show, let them come. I’ll listen before I show them the fucking brig. I’m heading back to the clubhouse.”

Leaving my brothers to finish up and lock the place up, I jumped on my bike and rode off.

It was one of the few rare times I could ride without having someone following me. None of them understood my need for solitude. After spending twelve years in prison with no privacy, a simple bike ride felt like heaven.

Even if it was for only a couple of minutes.

Heading into the clubhouse, I noticed Ivy working behind the bar.

Woman rubbed me the wrong way.

Didn’t know what it was about her but having her around the clubhouse and my brothers made me nervous, and hearing Slash’s explanation earlier didn’t help.

Anyone looking at her fucking knew she was trouble.

Only I didn’t know how much, and that was what worried me.

I had an inkling and that was enough for me not to trust her.

In my life, trust got you killed.

Chapter Six

Ivy

“I’ll be out back if you need me, Mouth!” I shouted over the loud music. I grabbed my backpack, holding my plate of food that Elvis made for me.

The brother waved me away while he loaded another tray down with drinks. The clubhouse had been busy as fuck from the moment I started my shift. If it wasn’t the brothers’ wanting drinks, it was the civilians that stopped by to check out the place.

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