Page 34 of Jacked and Jaded

“Chance! Please! We’re sorry!” Rocky begged as they had their cuts wrestled from them and herded toward the door. “We shouldn’t have done it.”

“Shouldn’t have stolen from me, the Black Horsemen and the Sons of Redemption? Damn right, shouldn’t have.”

“We’ll never do it again!” Rocky pleaded as Reaper pried his hands off the doorway.

“Nope. You won’t. You’ll be too far in the ground.” He nodded at Reaper, who closed the door behind him.

After they left, the commotion died down. Chance apologized to Race. “I don’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry. Had too much shit goin’ on and I dropped the ball. If you want to cut us loose or stop doing business with us, I’ll understand.”

Race didn’t immediately reply. He seemed to ponder his options for a moment. “Naw. We’ll keep things as is for now. The next two shipments you get half your usual cut and that’s being damn generous. And you have to make it right with the buyer.”

Jackson was shocked that Race was even offering them anything. It would be within his rights to not give them anything at all and/or cut ties with them altogether. Making it right with the buyer, the Black Horsemen would have to come up with the money the buyer would have made if they’d gotten the product or another option would be to buy more product and give it to the buyer for free. Either way the hit to their coffers would be huge with the decreased payout from the Sons.

“I appreciate that. I’m aware that you’re being more than generous.”

“I understand you’ve had a lot going on and you’re new to the position so I’m willing to cut you some slack. That being said, if it ever happens again, we’re done and we’ll have problems. Problems resulting with your club ending. Get me?” Race laid it all out there so there would be no misunderstandings going forward. There would be no way for the Black Horsemen to come back later and say things hadn’t been clear.

“I get you.”

Jackson saw the subtle look of relief on Chance’s face. The man was relieved that things had worked out, but he was far from stupid. Things could’ve ended so much worse for the Black Horsemen’s president.

Jackson had known Chance before the man became president and had liked him a lot. He’d always been levelheaded and loyal to his club. He knew how to let loose and have a good time and how to kick ass when the time called for it. Today he showed that he could admit to his club’s fuck ups, owned up to it and took care of the situation without hesitation. He also knew when to speak and when it was best to hold his tongue. All excellent traits in a leader.

Race and Chance stood and shook hands. Chance invited them to head out to the bar to have a few drinks and enjoy the sweetbutts. He caught up with Jackson and clapped him on the back and laughed. “Jackson, I think Rachel is here tonight. The two of you had a very good time the last time you were here if I remember correctly.”

As Jackson remembered it, he did have a very good time with Rachel the last time he was here. They’d fucked like rabbits until he thought his dick was going to fall off from overuse. He would’ve never thought that was possible, but apparently it was. She’d sucked his cock like a pro, then rode him like she was riding a bull at a rodeo. The woman never got tired. “Yeah. We did.” He smiled at the memory.

“I’m sure she’ll find you at some point this evening.” Chance broke away and headed to the bar to share a beer with Race.

Jackson hated to break it to Rachel, but he wasn’t going to be fucking her or anyone else this trip. His plan was to get back to Calliope as fast as possible. He had some things to work out with her so he could move on to making her his.

As the night grew long and Race still hadn’t made any moves to leave, he leaned over and whispered to Tuck, “When are we heading out?”

Tuck looked at him funny. “Didn’t you know? We’re staying for the funeral. You know, pay our respects and all that.”

“What?” How did he not know this? “When’s the funeral?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Fuck.” Tuck frowned at him, not understanding what his problem was.

“What’s wrong?” Tuck sat up in his seat as Jackson stood.

“Nothing. Gotta make a call.”

“Ryker?”

“Yeah.” He was fine letting his friend think it was about Ryker.

He stepped outside and hit speed dial. “Hey, Maureen. How’re things going?”

“Great. She’s in the shower right now. And that nice young man you sent to watch over us is a big help,” Calliope’s mom informed him. He’d made sure to get her to come stay with Calliope while he was gone since she wasn’t able to get around on her own just yet.

“He is? How’s that?” Jackson sent a prospect named Chris to his house to protect Calliope and her mom while he was away. What was the fucker doing that had Maureen so happy?

“Well, he’s helped me keep Calliope entertained by telling us stories about some of the things you’ve made him do to earn his patch. I have to say, you definitely know how to make them work for it.” Maureen chuckled. “He had Calliope laughing so hard, I thought I’d have to give her a pain pill.”

Jackson could hear his blood roaring in his ears. He clutched his phone so tightly, it was a wonder he didn’t break the damn thing. What the hell did the man think he was doing making Calliope laugh? She really wasn’t healed enough to be doing that and God damn it, he wanted to be the one to make her laugh. He’d missed her laugh so damn much while she’d been gone, he didn’t really realize how much until right now. Now, he wanted to be the only one to hear her laugh. Maureen’s next words, spoken softly, made him rethink killing the prospect and burying his body.

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