Page 27 of Givin' Me Fitz!
Chapter Ten
Sawyer
I stared at my phone and tried to figure out why the fuck I wanted to call Fitz Morgan. The guy had been on my mind for three weeks, and I had no idea what to do about it.
The shit with Tim Walton’s parents had ended up being a fucking disaster. I was going to have to patch him in to keep him quiet, but the kid needed a family, and the Cowboys were a good one. I just had to convince the executive committee to get them to vote with me.
Gilly delivered a breakfast burrito to me in the clubhouse early on Wednesday morning. It was the middle of October, and we were getting ready to meet about the new executive committee positions we needed to fill.
“Thank you, Gil. How’s everything at the restaurant?”
He put the tray on my desk and took off the resin dome before he handed me a setup and grinned. “Everything’s good, prez. Can I get you anything else? Maybe something sweet?”
Gilly… Gilbert Tate… had worked with Arlo and knew how the club operated, though not all the gory details for his own safety. He was a sweet guy, and a few of the members were interested in him, but I had the feeling his heart was already spoken for, though he’d never said a word about who.
“I’m fine, Gilly. Thank you. Are you doing okay? Arlo okay?”
Gilly’s face turned bright pink, somewhat confirming my suspicions. “Arlo is Arlo, you know?”
I smirked. “Yeah, I figured. Thanks for bringing this over. You ready to prospect? We’re taking a vote in a couple of days.”
“Aw, thanks, prez, but I’m not cut out to be a Cowboy. I do appreciate the ask, though. Just put the tray on the porch, and I’ll pick it up before the end of my shift. Have a great day.”
Gilly skipped out of my office with a big smile on his face. He was a cute guy, and while he might not be club material, we’d always have a place for him in our ranks in case he needed it. He was family.
I finished my breakfast and picked up the tray to carry out. I opened the door of my office and strolled out to see Spider and Ders sitting in the club room when they should be at Tumbleweeds. I wasn’t thrilled.
“Again, with this shit? What do you think providing security at Tumbleweeds means?” I glance from one to the other as they’re both sitting at a table with two beers in front of them. It was one in the afternoon on a Wednesday. While it wasn’t as busy as weekends, we still had a good amount of traffic. Their asses needed to be at the dispensary.
“Look, prez, we don’t need both of us to be there on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. We deserve a break during the day, and the only people who are willing to give us relief are Boyd and Hammer. You don’t come help anymore.”
I grabbed Spider by the cut and pulled him out of his chair. “You think I’m not doing a good enough job? You come for me. We’ll take a vote tonight.”
We were both snarling, but before we could beat the fuck out of each other, Spider’s cell on the table buzzed. As I was having a standoff with my vice president, Ders picked it up and looked at the screen.
“Fuck, we need to get to Tumbleweeds. The silent alarm just went off.”
I shoved Spider away and headed to my office, opening the safe to grab my legal gun and the permit I had in a small bag beneath it. Derson stomped into the office. “Two cars?”
“Yeah. Are the cops there yet?” I didn’t check my own phone which was plugged into the charger on my desk. I didn’t wanna roll up in there if the place was crawling with cops.
“Not yet. Should we head out? We might be able to beat them there.”
“No. Let the cops get there first.” I hurried to my phone and called Hammer.
It went straight to his voicemail. Just then, I got a text message from the alarm company and Mouse.
A silent alarm has been triggered at your location at …
I clicked on the message from Mouse. He’d directed the video feed from inside the shop to my phone.
“Okay, there are four assholes holding our people at gunpoint.” We hurried down to the room where Mouse had all his equipment.
I didn’t knock. “What’s going on?”
Mouse was studying the large monitor on his desk, having pulled up all the cameras we had inside and outside of the dispensary. There were several vehicles in the parking lot, two of them blocking the entrances from the street.
Of course, a crowd was gathering around because it was in a strip mall off Decatur. Inside, two of the robbers were pulling out the trays of weed we had behind the counter and dumping them into trash cans while one of them cleaned out the registers.
