Page 70 of Manny

Bronco is usually left in charge of getting cuts and patches organized. “Got it, Prez.”

“Good. I’ll keep you updated on where we go from here. The bright side bein’ there’s no more Chicago mafia comin’ to this neck of the woods, right, Riot?”

There was an incident where Riot, in his past life, killed most of the mob over in Chicago and we originally thought it was the Mancini family coming after him. When they started droppinglike flies, it was obvious it wasn’t any of them coming back from the dead.

Riot glances over to Cash. “Killed ‘em all, well, Shade finished the ones off that were living. Guess she really did hold a grudge of epic proportions.”

“How’s Halo doin’ with it all?” Cash asks. He may be a badass Prez, but he cares about everyone in this club. Including the ol’ ladies. If they aren’t happy, his men aren’t happy.

Riot shrugs. “She’s fine. She’s with Star most of the time, and we all know Star’s packin’.”

Nevada rumbles with laughter. “That’s my girl. Though I gotta tell you guys, sex with an older woman is hot as fuck, the other night?—”

“We don’t wanna hear that shit.” Brew rolls his eyes. “But we do wanna hear when the next lot of new sweet butts are comin’ in.”

Haze turns to look at him. “You sick of gettin’ sloppy seconds?”

“I get plenty at the strip club.”

Cash points at him. “Better not be fuckin’ any of the girls at The Vault,” he warns. “I don’t want them hangin’ on or sayin’ they got a broken goddamn heart, already had one of them out last week due to a goddamn boyfriend ghostin’ her. She couldn’t go on stage, then the other girls get cranky when they gotta pull double shifts without a break.”

“Women are sensitive,” Priest puts in. “Gotta let ‘em cry it out. Guys are jerks ninety-nine percent of the time.”

That I can’t disagree with.

“Keep your hair on,” Brew grumbles. “Get plenty of pussy wherever I go, was just askin’.”

Haze flexes his bicep. “Kinda runs in the family. Big guns, big dick.”

“And a big fuckin’ mouth,” Hawk snorts, shaking his head.

“And Lace?” Cash asks. “Heard she’s moved in with Manny?”

“She was sick of campin’ out on Hope’s couch, and we were crampin’ her style. Manny will be good for her. Maybe some of his calmness might rub off.”

Interesting. So my girl has a little fire in her belly. Nothing wrong with that.

“Sure, but he’s not always around,” I interject, knowing I should keep my mouth shut. “And Lace works across town, prospects can’t be everywhere.”

Cash is nodding. “Hearin’ it. Nice of you to step up to the plate.”

I frown. “Huh?”

“Your new job, when the garage can spare you, is to watch Lace until Shade is found. Work it out with the prospects and send me the schedule.” He looks over to Riot. “What about Charles? Does he need protection?”

Riot shakes his head. “She doesn’t know about him. She only knows about my sister because she showed up here. Halo’s a given because she’s my ol’ lady.”

Cash nods. “How is he?”

“Good. He’ll be out of the hospital tomorrow,” Riot replies. His gaze shifts to me. “Just because Cash put you in charge of lookin’ out for my sister isn’t an invitation to crawl into her bed, fuckface.”

For a second it’s like he can read my mind, then I realize he’s just doing the big brother thing and I relax slightly.

I hold my palms up. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Club sisters are off limits,” Hawk barks, like I need reminding. “Sistine is movin’ here permanently, and that don’t mean I wanna spend every fuckin’ weekend knockin’ heads together because my sister’s single, and no, she ain’t minglin’.”

Sistine is his sister, and it’d be weird if he didn’t feel that way.