I nod my head, keeping my eyes trained on his. “It’s true. We were there under a false premise.”
“Well…” he begins, looking between Zane and me with a twinkle in his eye, “…you give us safe passage through Nevada and Westbeach for our cargo without any troubles, and we will forget it ever happened.”
I pause, glancing at Zane. This wasn’t the plan. I don’t want no Russian running around on my turf.
“Hmm,” I growl and he laughs.
“So much like your old man.” He shakes his head, bringing the cigar back to his mouth. Something in the way he said that made me shift uncomfortably.
“What do you know about my old man?” I ask, tilting my head and running my eyes over him.
He pauses, rolling the cigar around between his fingers. “I know that he wouldn’t give up passage through Nevada for me for all the years he was there, just like you’re not going to give up passage to me. Right?” he asks with a smirk.
I look to Zane and he nudges his head. “You got Westbeach, but we’re going to need to talk numbers. No-one uses my roads for runs without us getting a cut.”
He nods his head. “We can talk numbers.” He looks to Ade, who’s standing staunchly behind Zane. “And maybe a fight? For old times’ sake. What’d you say, Ade?”
“Fuck you,” Ade growls, his lip curling in a snarl. Ade was pushed into the fighting ring at a young age. His father is Kazimir Lyov who isn’t just a part of the Russian mafia, he is the Russian mafia. Ade only just found out years later that his father wasn’t who he said he was. After they had kidnaped Ade’s Old lady and Alaina, some dark shit went on around that time.
He laughs, clutching his chest. “All right. We’ll talk percentage, Zane.” He brings his eyes back to me and his eyes slant. “I have an idea.”
“Oh? Do share?”
He smirks. “My daughter, she’s… what’s the word?... Troubled. You see…” He laughs, walking toward me. My skin prickles to alert and my breathing drops to shallow breaths. “She’s known as Queen A. Do you know her, Beast?”
Fuck.
“I don’t know her personally, no. I have heard of her and her MC, though. What is it? Satan’s Vixens MC?” I smile at him and his eyes slant more.
“Oh, don’t let that name fool you, Beast. Thanks to yours truly, my little Ashley or Queen A has a truckload of daddy issues. Just ask the ghosts of her past. I need someone to keep a close eye on her. Pull her in, maybe get a girl patched in. She’s only a few hours away from you. I won’t ask for passage through Nevada if you do this?”
I think over his proposition. I have nothing to play with here, he holds the cards. The Russians are not someone you want in bed with you, but then again I’ve heard of these girls and they’re fucking crazy. Harley fucking Quinn crazy.
“Deal.”
Jesus Christ, what did I just sign up for?
He chuckles, walking back to the limo. “I’ll reach out to you when I want this to proceed, Beast. Zane? Give me some numbers by next week.” Then he gets back into his car before they drive off, their tires kicking up dust around us. We follow their tail lights out before Zane turns to me with raised eyebrows. “How have I not heard of these Vixens?”
“Oh, trust me, you don’t want to.”
Swallowing the last bit of my drink, I swing around and see Melissa on the stage, dancing around the pole that they have sitting at the front of their catwalk. The bar is nice, everything is nice here. Even the guys in both MC’s are all decent looking. Some better than others. Shaking my head, I scan the room for Phoebe. Melissa has been drinking tonight, obviously and I may need reinforcements. The Weeknd ‘Wicked Games’ is booming through the sound system. Melissa’s little body wrapping around the pole to the slow sensual tune of the song while flicking her long platinum hair around the place. Scanning the room, I see all the men have gone, but a young girl is videoing her. The young girl is a club whore obviously. I always see her around here rubbing up on all the single men. I think her name is Lisa. Pushing back from my chair, I stalk up to the stage.
“Melissa!” I yell from down below and she turns her head toward me.
“Come dance, Meadow,” she says smiling at me.
I shake my head. “Get down, quick. How much did you have to drink?”
Pulling at her arm, she jumps off the stage quickly and pulls me in for a hug. “I’m sorry. I don’t know… was I drinking?” she asks absently.
“You’re obviously drunk, Melissa. Come on, we’ll get you a glass of water.” She follows behind me as we make our way to the bar. I pull out a stool and push her down onto it.