“I got three extra crates of glasses, and two extra of ash strays. Think everything is about done. How long before we open?”
I'm sitting on the empty black tampered glass of our new club.
Snake and I have been finishing off with the orders for the opening of our Night Club.
We've all been putting our weight on this while searching for any new leads on Beggar.
The Prez told us to focus on the new club and he and Killer would keep us informed on Beggar.
“Not sure, with all our time split between looking for Beggar, the club, government calling us and this shit storm here, don't know, hopefully, end of November.”
He gets back to his tablet, and I stare at the small snakes tattooed to the side of his face.
It is a small piece from our club emblem. Knight has the same ones on his neck.
Snake lifts his head, his green eyes are light that they look almost yellow.
He reminds me of a snake. Not so much now that he cut his hair.
“Fuck, the women were bitching this morning, River doesn't want them leaving alone at night, imagine how After and Mercy took it. I'm on my way to the station, gonna talk to Sheriff Briggs. Someone reported an unknown vehicle yesterday coming through town, Deane checked it out and got the plate's digits. Car's registered to some Grant Soares. Picked him up last night, apparently, fucker got a wrap sheet to match all fucking wrap sheets.” I tell him. Deane is the deputy Sheriff in Kanla, had a thing for River's woman, the Prez shut it down.
“That is what the pussy Sheriff thinks, he'll crap himself if he sees the first page of Killers'.”
We both laugh at that.
“What are you two on about?” Quinn walks through the open space that has only one set of chairs and a small table where Snake sits on.
She is holding a box in her hand and her face lights up when she sees me sitting here.
jumps off his chair and snatches a bottle of
talk to some
bounces when her neck turns
Snake laughs, “Yes Ma'am.”
that her food tasted more awful than the rotten eggs he once ate during our time in Iraq. Beggar
mood, a reminder that she is
frowning,” Quinn asks me as her
seconds ago was twinkling
her nose
not going to
are you ready to leave?
can tell she wants to say more but
distance to the door and I give Spade a chin lift
my bike and Quinn starts putting her riding gear on as I slip it out of my front
“Yo, Prez, what's up?”
back here now, round up whoever is with
ends the call and my fever must spike to a hundred degrees
a bad fucking
“What's wrong.” Quinn asks.
cab, gotta a meeting at
nods without saying shit. I touch her arm and rush
go, Prez called,
grabs his keys and
brother, I'll met up.” I don't need to get told another word as
as a dark cloud blocks the bit of sun we had today. A dark cloud for
for the white truck to pass me then I make a u-turn and I fly through the cars and traffic, getting onto the