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Seriously???
I internally groan as I watch her approach.
Apparently, it was only a matter of time before someone brought another round. And here she comes, carrying in my next drink on a tray with twenty others. Dark hair loose and wild, leather shorts and a tight red tank top. Chelsea, the brazen woman who hit on Gabriel in front of our whole table at Layla’s wedding.
Just when I’m starting to have fun, this buzzkill has to arrive?
Chapter 48
Gabriel
“We’re not against the idea, Foxx Sr. is out of control.” I stare across the table to Otis Malone, leader of one of our sister clubs, Titans MC.
“They won’t come easily,” I say back as Otis sparks up a joint.
“I think they’ll come easier than you think,” he retorts, inhaling. “I’ve known Aiden since I was nine. He won’t say it outright, but Foxx Sr. has gone off the rails. He’s making side deals; I know that from my own contacts.” He puts the joint to his lips and inhales deeply again. “Club isn’t happy.”
“Where are you guys at with handling the problem?” his VP, Tyler, asks. Problem meaning the DOS president.
“We’ve got a plan. A solid one. He threatened our families, he won’t be breathing much longer,” Kai answers him.
I nod in agreement.
“Who’s gonna take over that Blue train once this happens?” Otis stubs out his joint and leans forward in his seat, gettingright to the point, knowing we’d never sell Fentanyl, it’s not our game. In the name of good business, I won’t insult him by saying it out loud, but the shit is fucking poison.
“Since you don’t want to take it, we’d be happy to.” He grins.
I look at the rest of my men, we’ve already talked about this.
“When Marco goes down, so will his deal with the K6’s.” I mention another well-known Atlanta street gang he shares his area with. “They won’t deal with anyone but him. They own the west side, you can take that over, but only if you keep an eye on our clinics and help protect them. There will be backlash. It’s the best we can offer you.”
Otis leans back in his seat and thinks for a minute. “We’d expect their backlash but they’re small time, they won’t fuck with us.” He thinks. “Give us a few minutes,” he says to me.
I look at the rest of my men, we nod and stand.
“We’ll be outside,” I tell him, knocking once on the table.
I know Otis is going to want to talk this over with them. Unlike Foxx Sr., he wouldn’t do a deal without the support of his club.
We make our way out of the hall and lean up against the cabin walls.
I blow out a breath. “I hate doing business like this before the plan has been executed.”
Flipp claps me on the back. “We know, but we’re gonna need their help in convincing DOS to patch over once we take down Foxx Sr.”
I nod just as the door opens and Otis comes out.
He extends a hand. “You got a deal. We’ll take their share, and we’ll help you smooth this over with the rest of DOS once you do your part.”
“Appreciate your help with this, we owe you one,” I tell him, shaking his hand and clapping him on the shoulder.
Otis looks around to the rest of his men. “We take this to our graves, Pres.”
I nod.
“Fuck my life,” Ax mutters under his breath. I turn to face him, he’s putting his phone back in his pocket and he just looks at me and throws his hands in the air “We gotta go, boss.”
My adrenaline instantly kicks in.
