Page 151 of Menace

“If those cartel sluts demand to speak to Lucky one more time, I swear I’m gonna sew their fuckin’ traps shut with fishin’ line.” Renegade snarled angrily as he stalked into his office. “They don’t give a shit that he’s not interested in talkin’ to them. How long are we goin’ to hang on to them, Prez?”

He threw himself in a chair, kicked his feet out as he sprawled in it, his hands clasped over his belly. He wasn’t finished ranting either.

“If they were all I had to deal with I might have been able to handle my day, but no, I have those snivellin’ fuckers in the dungeon as well.” He rubbed a hand over his short hair. “I swear, Prez, I’d love to shut them all up, permanently.”

Maniac silently listened to Ren rant while he swung his chair from side to side, thinking about how far the brother had come since claiming his old lady. He was calmer, more focussed and did his job as SAA with total dedication. Not that he wasn’t dedicated before he claimed Sherri, not at all, he had always been a brother he could count on. Even as a young prospect and then junior patch he had shown potential to be the man he now was. The man who would one day sit in his chair and lead the club.

His VP was a lucky man. His sons did him proud. All his sons, Reid included. His loss still ate at Grave and Viv, his old lady, and it always will. It had knocked Leo, Renegade and Dive on their asses for a while. It had been a hard time, for Ren and his old lady especially, with Reid being the biological father of their little girl.

Dragging his wandering mind back to the present he focussed on his SAA.

“What do you suggest we do?” He asked.

Ren tapped his fingers on the arms of his chair, his head tilted to the side as he thought about the question.

“We can’t get rid of the fuckers we’re holdin’ for Lucky but surely we’re done with the cartel sluts? None of the brothers want guard duty outside their cells. I have to threaten their fuckin’ nuts to get them to do it. Even the club whores refuse to take them food so now I’ve got Mouth doin’ it. And he’s not happy about it either.” He threw up a hand in exasperation.

Maniac almost smiled but stopped in time. It actually wasn’t something to smile about. The sluts had definitely overstayed their welcome. They did agree to let them go free and he wanted them gone before Lucky started back with his duties.

The brother had taken a week off to be with his old lady and their boy. Harper was out of hospital and they were busy settling into their new home. A home Lucky’s parents and the old ladies had hastily cleaned and furnished after he had bought it for his old lady. She had apparently seen a photo on a realtor’s site and fell in love and the brother immediately made an offer and bought it for her.

He dragged his attention back to their problem, the cartel sluts.

“We’re not goin’ to do a thing about them.” He said.

Ren sat up and was about to protest but he held up a hand.

“Byte has picked up rumours that the cartel is lookin’ for their missin’ people. We wait. I want to see what the fuckers are goin’ to do.”

“What are you thinkin’, Prez?”

“I’m thinkin’ we might have one or two bargainin’ chips in our dungeon. Might as well hold on to them.”

Maniac could see Ren didn’t like the idea.

“This fixation they have on Lucky…I don’t like it, Prez. I’ve got Dive and Lure on him plus he’s got the Irish and Rider and his club brothers lookin’ out for him until they go back to SA.”

Ren suddenly grinned.

“Still can’t believe the fucker has an ol’ lady and is a daddy, never thought I’d see the day. Last motherfucker I thought would settle down.”

Maniac gave a slow nod his eyes fixed on Ren.

“I know you remember what he went through after the slut supposedly died and how Grave and Viv stepped up for him. Lucky’s family never knew how close they came to losin’ him. How close we all came to losin’ him. We’ll sort this shit for our brother and give him and his ol’ lady the time they need to settle into bein’ a family. He’s not goin’ to deal with the cartel bullshit. Not today, not tomorrow, not fuckin’ ever. As his brothers we’ll be takin’ care of it.”

Ren started laughing softly then nodded.

“Okay, Prez, I got ya. We’ll be takin’ care of business for our brother.”

There was a heavy knock on the door and there he stood, the man they’d been talking about.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Lucky? I thought I told you to take the time and take care of your family.” Maniac growled.

Lucky strode in and sank into the chair next to Ren, slapping palms with his brother as he settled in.

“That’s why I’m here, Prez.” He grumbled.

“What do you mean?” Maniac was confused.

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