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He nodded again. “It wasn’t like I was eavesdropping… Grimm… I mean, Prez.” He held his hands up like I accused him of being a sneaky bastard, which I didn’t. Not yet, anyway. “I promise I wouldn’t do that shit. I just went in the back room to get more liquor.”
“What did you overhear?”
“I don’t want to snitch, Prez,” he said, his southern drawl increasing, “but it ain’t good for none of us if it’s true.”
I slammed my hand on the palm of my desk. “Spit it out!” My patience was thinning, my anxiety increasing. I had shit to do, and sitting here waiting for a prospect to spill some shit hethoughthe overheard wasn’t one of them. “I want to know what the hell is going on, River. Or get the fuck out of my office. I don’t got time for this shit.”
“I heard F—”
A knock at the door interrupted our conversation, and I scrubbed my hand down my face. “Son of a bitch,” I mumbled. “Can’t a motherfucker have just one damn minute in this place?”
I needed to hear him out. Either he was a bitch ass snitch, and I’d pegged him wrong this entire time, or something was up. Either way, I’d handle it.
“Come in!”
Joker peeked his head in. He looked at River and furrowed his brows. River dropped his head and focused on his feet. Then Joker turned his attention to me.
“Sorry for interrupting, Prez, but a prospect stopped someone at the turn-in. She wants to see you.”
My annoyance rose. The only women allowed at the clubhouse were Old Ladies, which I didn’t have, and the club whores. Not even my sister came unless we were having a party or I called her to tattoo someone.
“And who the fuck isshe?”
“Someone named Regina Coleman.” Joker shrugged, unconcerned about my irritation. I’d known him for years. He was used to my mood, good or bad. “She said you’d recognize the name.”
I couldn’t have heard him right.
“Did you say Regina Coleman?” I rubbed my temples. “What the fuck?”
He nodded, his brows bunching in confusion. Of course, Joker wouldn’t recognize the name or her. He’d been a hang-around three or four years after Angus’s sentence.
There had to be a mistake or a damn joke. Maybe it was a different Regina Coleman? Why in the hell would Regina Coleman be looking for me?
“Black woman, smooth skin, body built like a fucking brick house?” I asked, still not sure if it wastheRegina Coleman. She was a bitch, but I remembered her gorgeous curves and sexy as sin voice. If she hadn’t been the one who sent Angus up, I would have fucked her brains out.
“Shit, I don’t know, Grimm.” Joker shrugged. “I haven’t seen her. Who is she?”
“I’ll tell you later. Let her through,” I ordered. “And Joker?”
“Yeah, Grimm?”
“Make sure she leaves her phone in her car, check her for wires, then escort her back here when she’s clean.”
“Wires?” he questioned. “Who the hell is this broad?”
“No time to explain.” I sighed. “Just do as I ask.”
“You got it.”
With the click of the door, my attention swung back to River. “I’ve got to take care of this shit right now, but meet me at the garage at closing time. If it involves the club, it’s not snitching.”
“I’ve got bar duty all day and night, Prez.”
“I’ll get one of the other prospects to cover for you.” I pointed at him. “At closing, Prospect. Not one minute later.”
He nodded, pushed himself from the chair, and left the room. I leaned back, my head on the backrest of my chair, and closed my eyes. I had a feeling shit was about to hit the fan.
“Fucking Regina Coleman. Here. At my clubhouse.” I ran my hand through my hair. “What the hell is going on? And how long before the Feds show up?”
