Page 9 of The Enforcer

Prez is sexy as fuck, with his prominent and proud features. Straight, thin nose, plump mouth, bushy eyebrows, and sharp cheekbones. If he swung my way and wasn’t a supreme asshole, I would have tried to get him on my dick. But he’s straight and a real hard ass, only showing a soft spot for Finn, it seems. I only ever really saw Prez smile like he had emotions when he looked at that little twink mechanic.

“Zeke,” he mutters, not taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.

“Yes, Prez?” I say in a breathy, high-pitched voice, batting my eyes at him.

He looks up at me with a frown. “One day, I’m going to sock you in your smart-ass mouth.”

“Yes, Daddy, I like it rough.”

Prez balls up a piece of paper and throws it at me, shaking his head. “I’m not sure how Rax dealt with you for so many years.”

“Easy,” I say, slouching on the couch. “We got on each other’s nerves. It worked well for us.”

His scowl deepens, but I don’t pay Prez any mind. He’s always been ornery. I pick my battles with him. Even though he looks pissed, this is Prez’s default look. When his deep brown eyes turn stormy and his plump mouth thins, then I know I’m in trouble.

Sitting back in his chair, Prez asks, “How did it go?”

I give him the rundown on what happened in that office, from me beating Kirk’s ass to Kirk agreeing to transfer the club, Shane’s advice, and me turning Kirk over to Reaper for the night. “Shane says he can get things set up in the next few days. In the meantime, I suggest we stay on Kirk to make sure he doesn’t try to run until we get all this shit straightened out.”

“Good plan,” Prez murmurs, pushing his fingers through his thick black hair. “How long did Shane say it’ll take?”

“He said the transfer of ownership will be effective immediately, though he said it would take up to thirty days for us to get a deed with your name on it. We can make plans for what to do with it in the meantime.”

He shakes his head. “Not we. You. Figure out what you want to do and I’ll back it.”

“Yeah?” I ask, excitedly.

Prez shows hesitation but nods. “Yeah. Don’t make me regret this, Enforcer. I’ll run the day to day, but you get to design it however you’d like.”

“First thing—change that fucking name.”

Surprising me, Prez throws his head back and laughs. His laugh is deep and rich, a sound I haven’t heard nearly enough. I only know a bit about Prez’s story and can see why he’s as serious as he is.

“Please do,” he says at the end of his laughter. “Make it good. We want to draw a crowd.”

Nodding, I take my leave and step out of Prez’s office just as Shane walks out of the garage. When he meets my eyes, I incline my head to the bar so we can get our night started.

Chapter Five

Zeke

Shane told me he couldn’t drink much since he had to work in the morning, but that doesn’t stop him from matching me, Jace, and Pete shot for shot. Something heavy is going on with him, something that has nothing to do with the case he was stressing about when I called him last night. Besides, he said he got those charges dropped.

He told me that’s why he’s drinking tonight—because he got a much-needed win—but I know there’s something else.

Shane and I have been attached at the hip for the past eight years. I know him just as well as I know Rax. There’s something he’s keeping from me.

Do I have the right to ask him? I mean, I do, but the bigger question is, should I?

Shane laughs at something Pete said, but the smile etched on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes. That tells me all I need to know—Shane is keeping something from me and I want to know what it is.

But not right now. Whatever it is can wait until he’s had his fun for the night.

“So then,” Pete says, drawing me back into the conversation, “that stupid bitch said, ‘Okay, but like, does that mean I have to buy a motorcycle? You don’t, like, provide them?’” His voice takes on an oblivious airhead man quality. “It took all my self-control not to deck the little shit trying to play gangster.”

Chuckling, Shane swigs from his bottle of beer. “He was, what? Eighteen?”

“Fuck if I know. He was a young, dumb cunt that got a hard-on seeing me straddle my chopper and thought pretending he wanted to be in the MC would get my dick between his lips.”

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