Page 31 of Menace

He once again started swinging, a frown between his brows and his finger tapping his bottom lip. He was thinking deep.

“Do we reach out to our South African allies?” Grave asked quietly, a worried frown settling between his brows. He was obviously worried about his daughter, Leo, in South Africa.

Maniac stopped swinging and tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he thought of something.

“I’ll reach out and have a chat. I wonder…” He didn’t go further, just left the thought hanging.

Nodding to himself he looked up and his eyes narrowed on Lucky. He knew he wasn’t going to like what was coming.

“Keep the bitch danglin’, take her to fuckin’ dinner and shit but stay the fuck out of her house and bed. Keep to neutral territory.” He gave Lucky a wink and an evil smile. “She used to get your big Cajun dick regularly, get her cravin’ havin’ it again but give her nothin’, drag it out as long as you can. Give us time to get to the bottom of our rat situation.”

Lucky groaned as if in pain.

And now that he thought about it, he was in pain, mental pain.

“Fuck, Prez. I feel like I can’t be around the bitch and not lose my shit, but I’ll do my job. Club comes first, always. Just so you know, I’m not puttin’ the slut on the back of my bike, so I’ll be usin’ a club cage. Not sure how I’m goin’ to explain why I’m not on my bike. She used to be on the back of my bike back then.”

Lure tapped his shoulder. “That’s easy bro, you have a transmission problem and your bike is in for repairs. We can keep stallin’ on that for fuckin’ ever. If she asks why not get a loaner tell her you refuse to ride someone else’s bike.”

Ren gave Lure a tight smile. “Good idea. We keep your bike in the garage and to make it more believable Lure will start takin’ it apart. Might be a good time to get the re-spray you were talkin’ about.”

Ren’s suggestion was actually a great idea. His prez thought so as well.

“Great idea. Start on it in the mornin’. Let it be known you had problems on your way home and have the prospects take it to the garage on the bike trailer tomorrow mornin’. We need to be sharp, very fuckin’ sharp. Not only are we on the Grave Robbers radar we are now on Los Rojos radar as well. Of the two the fuckin’ cartel is our biggest worry. They’ve sent someone who used to have full access to the club after us plus they have someone on the inside givin’ them information. If I order a lockdown they will know we’re onto them…unless.”

He started swinging again, deep in thought.

Tilting his head to the side he stopped swinging and smiled. Not a good smile at all.

“I might have an idea, give me some time to think on it. I’m sure between us we can come up with a reason to bring the women and children in. Think on it tonight. I’ll share my idea at church tomorrow. Officers only, 10 am.”

They knew they had been dismissed and got up to leave.

“Lucky.”

His VP’s voice had him turning back.

“If you have someone who needs protection do not hesitate to let us know, understood?” He was looking at him with a slight frown between his brows.

Lucky nodded, not willing to let anyone else know about Jo-Jo.

“The only ones I have are my parents and my sister, VP. I don’t think they’ll try shit with Remy and Pixie seein’ as they’re connected to Dominick Maingarde. Everyone knows not to fuck with him after the way he destroyed the Harrisons. If you give the okay I’ll talk to Remy and fill him in.” He explained then gave them the rest.

“My sister is a problem. Frankie doesn’t like anyone makin’ decisions for her, not since she divorced that useless motherfucker. I’ll leave it to Bruiser to convince her to accept our protection, he volunteered to watch over her.” He grinned and shook his head imagining the hell his brother was going to catch from his sister.

“My parents will be safe where they are, you can’t fuckin’ move in their neighbourhood without a Fortier knowin’ about it. Mama doesn’t say much but we all know who her family is, no one will touch her for fear of pissin’ her brothers off.”

Maniac laughed. “Your Mama is somethin’ else brother. An’ you’re right, they’ll be safe, no one is goin’ to put a hand on them. I’ll make a call. Haven’t had a chat with your uncles in a while. And let Bruiser know he’s on Frankie, poor bastard.”

“Thanks, Prez, appreciate it.” Lucky turned and followed his brothers out of the office.

He was suddenly tired as hell. All he wanted was a shower to wash the lying slut from his skin and then hit his bed.

Without saying a word to his brothers he split from them and went up to his room.

If he didn’t get the stink of her heavy perfume off him very soon he was liable to puke.

He wanted silence to work through what he had learned tonight.

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