“I’m not in the mood.” I plucked the cigarette from his lips and took a healthy drag. “Marcus was just in here. You have anything to do with that?”
“Right. Cuz I’m all about the club politics.” Tick liked everything about being a MC member, the money, the danger play, the chicks, but politics? He’d rather saw off his own dick. “What’d he want anyway?”
I handed back the smoke. “Tell me to keep away from Lucy.”
“Really? He’s made that his business?” He shook his head, slow and sad.
“Says Jayson called him up.”
“Jayson called?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I guess some conversations are safe for the cells. Like my sex life.” I handed him back the smoke after taking another drag.
“I guess you’ll keep it in your pants, then, right?” He gave me a knowing look. I shoved him back on the bed when he tried to get up, then left him laughing alone while I walked out.
***
The room had a stale cigarette stench that turned my stomach almost as much as looking across the table at Jayson and Bernardo. Marcus drummed his fingers on the table, glaring at Tick, who looked damn confused at the moment.
“The run that’s scheduled for tomorrow?” he asked for the third time. “You want to change the route, double the load, and not increase the men on the run?” If I sat closer I could nudge him, get him to chill out. Bernardo wouldn’t take to anyone disrespecting him, and it seemed that everything was disrespect as far as he was concerned.
Bernardo set his dark eyed glare on Tick. He hadn’t said much of anything throughout the entire meeting. Which, honestly, so far had only been a bunch of chest thumping biker shit. The thin mustache over his lips accentuated his full cheeks. Scars from dozens of scuffles covered his face, giving him an even more pissed off look. His head was a bounty of thick black hair, all of which was slicked back away from his face.
“I’m saying,” he started with a thick Spanish accent, “that I want this shipment to be double, because the customer wants it doubled. If you can't handle this, you tell me. I’ll take it somewhere else.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, looking to Jayson and Marcus, who both shook their heads.
“It’ll be done.” Marcus nodded. “No problem.” Who the fuck was he kidding, no problem?
The last run we did barely escaped the state troopers because the fucking truck was so heavy we had to skip the weigh station unless we wanted to explain all the cases of drugs and weapons we carried. The risks were getting higher with each run and all Marcus did was keep nodding and taking them on.
“The Disciples have no issue. Right, Sting?” Jayson nodded to his little brother, who was sitting next to him.
“Nope. No issues on our end.” He gave a smug grin, keeping his eyes from meeting mine.
Wise man.
“Good. That’s what I want to see.” Bernardo swept his eyes around the room, keeping the frown he’d been nursing since he walked into the club. “I’m glad you two are working this out. I’d hate to have to cut one of you loose.” He pointed to Marcus and Jayson, who each gave a noncommittal smile. Yeah, yeah, kumba-fucking-ya. “Lots of money to be had, for all of us.” He tapped his fat finger on the table. “So. Where are the fucking ladies?” His lips split into a large smile, showing off his pearly teeth, and several gold ones, too.
“I have just the girl for you!” Jayson laughed and slapped the table. “I brought her with me. That’s if Marcus doesn’t mind, I know he’s got some good pussy around here, too.”
“Fuck. Who said I’d only need one!” Bernardo stood from the chair, and I watched the three of them saunter out of the room, slapping each other on the back.
“Did he say he brought—”
“Man, don’t—” Tick’s words were left behind as I pushed my way out into the lounge to find Lucy, dolled up to high hell, walking down another hall with a redhead and Bernardo. Marcus looked at me from across the room. His eyes held all the warning I needed. Don’t fuck this up.
If I barged in, made a scene, Jayson would use it against the club. And since Bernardo would be directly affected by my fit, he’d be just fine letting the Disciples take over the whole territory. Fuck!
Massy gave me a wary glance as she passed me. “Don’t worry, Mason. It could be worse.” She ran her hand over her still flat belly. “You could have morning sickness.” She frowned and headed toward the bathrooms.