Page 12 of Festive

Raising my brow, I let out a long breath as I hear his Old Lady, Kaia, giggling in the background.

Too much information, Hurricane.

The cell muffles, then clears, and Hurricane coughs a couple of times, freeing his throat. “Right, you better get to the point fast before I lose a perfectly good erection, Six.”

Cringing, I roll my shoulders. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, the weather down here is being a moody bitch. We don’t know from one day to the next what the hell Mother Nature is gonna throw at us. It’s causing chaos for our distributions.”

Hurricane hums down the line. “I’m followin’… go on.”

“So, while we can’t rely on road transport, rail and shipping are still operational for now. What I am putting to you is… would you be willing to take a cut of our profits and talk to Marcel? See if he will ensure the shipment of our product by rail from Houston to NOLA. Then you guys pick up the product on your end and take it to the shipping yard to go on your boats to be pushed out to our suppliers. Scout’s Slavers will be with our product the entire way, guarding it.”

Hurricane hums down the line. “So you’re tellin’ me all we have to do is get Marcel on board and then do a pickup and delivery from the rail yard to the shipping yard, and we get a cut for that?”

“Name your price, Pres,” I tell him.

He’ll be saving our asses if he does this. So I need to let him make the first call.

Hurricane chuckles audaciously. “Forty percent.”

I snort out an insulted laugh. “Fuckhead! Fifteen,” I counter.

“Twenty-five?” he replies, more like a question this time.

I laugh. “You’re an asshole. Twenty… no more.”

He bursts out laughing. “Deal. I woulda done it for ten, so twenty percent is a fuckin’ score.”

“You’re a cunt, you know that?” I snicker.

He chuckles down the line. “Yeah… I know. I’ll talk to Marcel, get him on board. He’ll wanna cut of the profits too. And ’cause my dick is still hard, I’ll let him take it outta my twenty percent. See, not such a cunt now,am I?”

“I’m more focused on the fact your dick is hard while talking to me. There something you wanna confess to me, Hurricane?”

He snorts. “You wish, brother. Right, I’m goin’. The ice cream’s a meltin’, and my woman is gettin’ antsy. I’ll call you when I talk to Marcel.”

“Okay, see y—”

The call ends before I have a chance to say anymore. Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head.

Brother is eccentric, got to give him that.

Feeling accomplished, I stand, knowing this is the right move forward for the club. We’re going to be continuing over Christmas. The damn weather won’t keep Houston Defiance down.

Walking to the Chapel door, I make my way back out into the main room to see Rebel strolling out with a tray of cookies. The cinnamon smell filters through the air, and it instantly warms me through. I wander over and pick one right off the tray, and Rebel glares at me. “Hey, these are for the kids!” she snaps.

I smile. “Just a bite?” I bring it up to my lips and crunch on the delicious gingerbread cookie. The zing hits my lips, the same one I get every year when she makes these treats. I let out an oversexualized moan, and she grins while shaking her head.

“That’s not fair, Six.”

Licking my lips, my eyes meet hers. “But, baby, you did so fucking good. Mmm…” I tease her again while taking anotherbite.

Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip as her breathing hitches. “Koda, unless you plan on taking me to our bedroom, you better stop with the sexua—” I grab her around her waist and pull her to me. She gasps before she places the tray of cookies on the table beside us.

“I’ll fuck you right here on the table if you want me to. Wanna live up to your name,Rebel?”I ask.

She lets out a stuttered breath, linking her arms around my neck. “Fuck, I want to. But somehow, I don’t think a show like that for everyone to see would go down well. Plus… the kids.”

I glance over my shoulder at the kids playing by the craft area and frown. “Yeah, they’re a little young to see their first porno.”

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