Page 44 of Three Little Words

Chapter Thirteen

Benny

The Depot was already crowded, like it had been when I came drinking with Dak.

I just hoped he was there. He was the one I needed to talk to.

I walked in. A few people looked up at me, but I was here often enough that nobody bothered me.

Nobody except Jazz.

She immediately grabbed my arm and grinned up at me. “Hey, Benny.”

She was dressed in leather again, her hair loose and curled. She was almost a distraction, but I stopped, took a deep breath.

“Jazz. Is Dak around? I gotta talk to him.”

“He’s in the back. You want me to get him?”

“Please and thank you.”

She smiled. “Anything for you, Benny.”

She let me go and went to the back. A moment later, she returned. Dak was with her.

He smiled when he saw me. “Benny. What’s up, man? You needed to talk to me?”

“Hey, Dak.” I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Got somewhere quiet we can go?”

I glanced toward Jazz, who stood there listening to us.

Dak glanced at her, too, then nodded. “Yeah. Come on back, brother. Let’s talk.”

Dak led me into the back room of the bar. I’d never been here before—this was the room where club business happened, the kind of thing I never wanted to be a part of.

I didn’t need to be an accessory to any crimes, and I definitely didn’t need to get called in to testify against the King’s Devils.

Dak sat down at one of the tables. We were the only people in the room. I joined him, sighing.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “You look serious.”

I folded my arms on the table. “Dak, I need a big favor.”

He raised his eyebrows. “A favor, huh?”

“Yeah.” I took a deep breath. “It’s asking a lot. I know it is. But…”

“Well, spit it out. Don’t dance around it.” Dak chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You need money?”

“No. I’m good on money.” I exhaled slowly. “I need you to let Bryan Taylor out of the club.”

Dak snorted. “That’s not gonna happen, Benny.”

“I—I know that it’s hard, Dak. I do. But Bryan’s going through some shit right now. He needs time to get his head on straight, deal with his problems.”

“You really don’t know how we operate, do you?”

I flicked my tongue over my lower lip. “I don’t.”

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