Page 36 of Ink's Devil

“Your dick working now?” Rusty calls out. “Heard you might have a problem.”

“My dick’s fuckin’ fine,” I snarl back, sending a death stare toward Liz, but it only has the effect of causing him to double over with laughter.

“Could have worded that better,” he splutters when he comes up for air.

“Yeah, heard you have difficulty getting it up.” Mace grimaces in sympathy. “Might be your age, Leatherneck—”

“I’m thirty for fuck’s sake,Ground Pounder.” I kick out my chair more violently than I intended, then have to reach down and pick it back up before I can sit. I decide fast, Liz is soon going to be taking his last breath.

“So, what else could it be?” Bomber enquires, but he addresses his question to the rest of the table.

Christ! Have my brothers nothing better to do but comment on the status of my dick? Which, as I told them, is working fine.

If I admit I haven’t been using it as I’d made a promise to a particular woman, they’d never let me live it down. Briefly, I consider the idea of fucking Breezy later just to get the heat off me. I’d have no problem rising to the occasion, but I’d have Beth’s face at the forefront of my mind. Nah, I can wait a couple more days. Not fucking a whore just to prove a point to my brothers. My promise to Beth tops that.

Comments are still flying around me. I tune them out, instead thinking of the end of the week and the possibilities. Friday we’ll fuck and Saturday, I’ll find out if she was serious about wanting to ride a bike. I’m smiling as I think of it, already knowing I’ll be proud as fuck if she ends up wanting her own.

I’m even dreaming of her riding out beside me, when belatedly Demon, Beef and Wills walk in. The table settles down as they sit, and Demon picks up the gavel. The loud manner in which he bangs it brings my mind back to the meeting fast.

“We got a problem,” Prez starts, getting to the serious shit immediately. Any remaining conversations come to an abrupt halt as all eyes focus on the man sitting at the head of the table.

Mace gets out a packet of cigarettes and taking one out, lights up. Liz taps the table and gets the packet moving in his direction.

As smoke rises, Demon begins to explain, “The group who went to Tits Up on Sunday didn’t see anything going on, but for two nights in a row now, we’ve had signs someone’s been dealing behind the strip club. Wills has chased them off, but he’s supposed to be managing the place and can’t have eyes on them all the time.”

“Picked up nothing on the cameras.” Pal’s eyes crease. “I thought they’d gone.”

“Nah,” Wills explains, “they set up at the end of one of the alleys, in a blind spot. I’ve taken to doing a walk around to check.”

“Did you confront them?” Thunder asks.

Wills shakes his head. “First night they saw me, they fucked off. Second night, all I found was a user staggering home having scored.”

“Time?” Bomber asks.

“Two a.m. by the time I managed to get out. Kinda got my hands full with the girls.”

It shows how serious the situation is that no one quips a comment at his choice of words.

“We need people there all night as back up,” Demon says. “Can’t expect Wills or Sparky to run the place and be fuckin’ night watchmen as well.”

“We can put in more cameras,” Cad suggests. “Got a couple spare and can do it tonight.”

“Damage may already be done. Wills has also found discarded needles in the fuckin’ bathroom.”

Hellfire’s fist meets the table. “So, they come to Tits Up to score, then bring that shit into our club?”

Wills nods. “That’s what it looks like. Can’t tell if it’s our regulars or visitors.”

“Latter is more likely. Have you spoken to the bouncer?”

“Sure have. Jake says there’s been a few new faces, but that’s not unusual. We get tourists coming in for a look around, and guys who may come once in awhile rather than often.”

“We need to put a camera in the bathroom?” Pal asks.

Beef raises his eyebrow at Cad. “Don’t feel comfortable with that. What’s the legal position, Cad?”

I know Cad went into where he could place cameras when Pal and he started the security business, so I’m not surprised he has the answer at hand. “It would be frowned on as an invasion of privacy were we to simply install them, unless we suspected criminal activity going on, and drugs come under that category—more specifically drug dealing.”

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