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“What?” Raquel laughed at Oya’s embarrassment. “That’s one fine ass man and you know just as well as I do you could use a good fuck. I’m sure he could give it to you.”
“Oh my god, Raquel!” Oya pushed her friend towards the door. “Sorry, she's drunk.”
I leaned against the receptionist's desk. “I don’t mind.” I winked at her. “I like the way she thinks.”
She blushed. “See you Tuesday, Saint.”
“Wouldn’t miss it, Oya,” I called out, as the door closed behind her.
“Interesting two,” Angel commented, breaking through my thoughts of how I was going to make my move on Oya.
“Hmmm...”
He laughed, slapping me on the shoulder. “She’s so out of your fucking league, my friend,” he said as he exited the shop.
She may be out of my league, but that wouldn’t stop me. I wanted her. And I always got what I wanted.
I locked the front door behind Angel, cut the lights in the waiting area, then headed to the back. I grabbed the sketch pad and killed the lights in the office. I had Church early in the morning, so there was no point driving across town when the clubhouse was two blocks from the shop.
I plodded up the stairs to the loft, my feet so heavy I could hardly walk. I tossed the sketchpad on the drawing table and flopped on the bed. Thoughts of the sophisticated woman filled my head until sleep found me.
2
Church
Everyone except the prospects crammed into the largest room we had at the clubhouse, and we were almost sitting shoulder to shoulder. It wouldn’t be long before King would have to expand this place. It wasn’t like the club didn’t have the money.
I didn’t miss the glare from King as I slipped into one of the vacant chairs at the back of the windowless room. I wasn’t late, but I wasn’t on King time either. I had every intention to be here at a time my brother thought appropriate, so I didn’t have to hear him bitch me out, but I didn’t get much sleep last night. A certain woman plagued my dreams. I woke up with a hard-on from hell that even jacking off in the shower didn’t relieve.
Reaper gave me a what the fuck look and I flipped him off. My middle brother always played peacemaker between King and me and always tried to keep me from catching hell from him. But with King, I could never do anything right no matter how hard I tried. I eventually grew up and said fuck it. Time in prison will do that to you. Make you realize you can’t please everybody. No matter how much I did after being freed, like becoming a successful artist, I couldn’t get him to change his mind that I was a screw-up. One crazy night changed how he viewed me. If I could go back and change things, I would. But I can’t. I moved on and accepted the decision I made, so why the fuck couldn’t he let that shit go.
“I spoke with Grimm, yesterday.” King raked his hand through his hair. “That’s the reason for this emergency meeting.”
If Grimm called, it must be bad. We didn’t hear much from the Mother Chapter unless shit was about to hit the fan and it might affect other chapters, or we were doing a large get-together with all the chapters. The look on my brother’s face said it wasn’t about a get-together.
“He needs us to provide sanctuary and protection to his little sister and her friend,” King continued.
“Who are we protecting them from?” Snake asked.
“Bianchi Syndicate,” King responded. “The friend is the ex-girlfriend of a Bianchi soldier, who gave intel to the brothers thatled to charges against the Bianchi’s. According to Grimm, they may have a bounty on their heads.”
Of course.
Groans and chatter went around the room. We’ve had a few run-ins with the Bianchis. They wanted to interfere in our rackets, which included most pro sports teams in California, except for soccer. The Mexican Mafia, the prison gang, controlled that. I’d been on the inside with some of them crazy motherfuckers. Everyone knew not to fuck them. Except the Bianchi’s. The Italians were always trying to get a foothold in someone else's business because they didn't like to do the work for themselves.
“Listen. We’re not taking a vote on this. They’re family,” King called out over the noise in the room, and everyone quieted down. “Their fight is our fight, so fucking deal with it. Like I said, these women are our family. We're here to protect them, not fuck them.” The men groaned. “Hey!” King called out and the men quieted again. “That’s what the club whores are for. So, keep your dicks in your pants and make them feel at home. Church dismissed.”
I jumped up and headed for the door with the rest of the brothers. I had an appointment for another back piece, and I hated being late.
“Saint, Reaper, stay behind,” King said, stopping me in my tracks.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath.
I hoped I could slip out before he could stop me. I made my way to the front of the room where King and Reaper stood while the brothers filed out of the room. I plopped down in the seat in front of them as they leaned against the table at the front of the room.
“Make it quick, I got a client,” I said as soon as the door closed, leaving only us three.
“Where have you been?” King asked.
