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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ky
“Ky, you got a minute?” Iron asked as I was closing up the shop for the day.
“Yeah, Prez. What’s up?” I asked, giving him my full attention.
“Everything good with your sister?”
“Yeah, we’re working through it. The baby is good. I gotta be honest, I am scared shitless. I don’t know what to do with a baby.”
He let out a soft laugh and I could tell he didn’t have a lick of advice on that subject, not that I expected him to.
“How much longer?” he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Um, maybe a month?” I felt like I really should have known the answer to that. Iron laughed again and shook his head.
“Well, alright then. I know you got a lot going on but I need you to take care of a handoff tomorrow. Knight, B-ry, Fitz, and Mouse are meeting the Russians and I want you there, too.”
“Yeah, no problem,” I answered knowing that even if I didn’t want to do it there was no way of getting out of it.
Sure, I had shit going on and I was almost to the point of being stretched thin. But no matter what I had going on, I’d be there for my club, whenever needed.
“Thanks, man. There’s a run coming up too. I want you on that one.”
I felt a little bad that I’d stepped back a bit lately. I’d been dealing with Ingram and I appreciated that Iron had given me a little time away to do so. Things had leveled out and we were finally finding a groove. I was grateful to Iron and the club more than I could ever explain.
“Sure thing. Just let me know when,” I said with a soft nod.
“Thanks, Ky,” he said as he clapped me on the shoulder. “Meet at the compound tomorrow at dawn. You’ll ride over to the docks together.”
“Sounds good.”
“Oh, and there is a guy coming tomorrow about the Chevelle. I know you said you were fine with letting it go, but if you’re not, you’d better say something now.” He chuckled as his eyes danced with amusement.
“Nah, I’m good with saying goodbye,” I said with a laugh. “I mean, did you see that sweet sixty-nine GTO I just got in. Man, I can just see it finished already.”
It was a little hard to let each and every one of my projects go. It was easier when it was something I was doing for a customer, but the sad looking, abandoned ones that we picked up for me to make new, well those were the ones that I wanted to keep forever. I knew I couldn’t keep them all, but the thought of giving them up was the worst. It was always good when I met someone that I knew would take care of them once they took them home.
“Black and orange?” he asked like he could read my damn mind on how I was going to paint it. I smiled proudly.
“You fuckin’ know it.”
He laughed as he walked out of the shop, shaking his head at me like I was insane.
The next morning I left the house just as Chris was making his way downstairs. I simply told him club stuff on my way out and he gave me a knowing nod. I liked that I didn’t have to explain that shit to him. I guessed being around the club as much as he had, he got it. Another reason why he was a perfect fit for my life.
I couldn’t think of that shit right now. I needed to get my head into club mode and I couldn’t even show an ounce of distraction. I had the whole ride through the city to get it right. By the time I pulled into the compound, I was ready to fucking go.
I didn’t completely trust the Russians. I mean, really, how could I trust anyone outside of the club? The Russians hadn’t stood by my side and proved their loyalty to me like I had to them. They hadn’t killed beside me or been there for the little things as well as the big. I supposed that was a good thing, it meant that I’d always be on my guard around outsiders and I would never be taken by surprise. I’d be ready to protect my brothers in the blink of a fucking eye and I knew they were the same.
Even I had to admit that the Russians were thick and terrifying. It was true that most of them fought in the underground ring that they owned. It happened to be a few blocks away from the compound. It seemed we all liked the slightly shady side of town. Come to think of it, maybe it was us that made it shady. But that was not my point. If one of them got the jump on me I had a feeling I wouldn’t get up so easily. This made me even more cautious and on guard. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was watching each and every single one of them. Fuck it! They needed to know that we weren’t having any shit.
“This looks good, Knight,” Pyotr said as he closed the last crate up, his accent so thick it was hard to tell what he’d said.
He was being respectful and though I hadn’t been around for many of these handoffs, I got the feeling this was how they always went.
Knight gave a soft nod and took the money. Fitz was right there to grab the bag from him and we all stood tall as Fitz tucked the duffel away in the back of the SUV.
