“Yup. We have an appointment at ten tomorrow morning at Cannabis Club, and another meeting at two with THC Healing.”
“Great. It was a good idea to see if we could talk to the owners of some other dispensaries. Hopefully, they can give us some tips about getting our license as quickly as possible.”
“Yeah, I went to high school with the guy at the THC place, and Moses had done a lot of tattoo work for him and his friends, so he was happy to see us.” Sable sat down on the steps that led from the house to the garage floor. “I wonder what Moses would have thought about all of this.”
I was riveted. Everyone in the club still talked about Moses like the man was a god. No one seemed to know exactly what a federal agent had been doing in his house, or why both Moses and the agent had ended up dead, but I was sure curious. I didn’t want to ask a bunch of questions, but I listened carefully anytime the topic came up.
Joker pointedly avoided Sable’s glare while he opened another beer. “Something had been going on with that boy. I don’t know exactly what, but I think he would have supported Luke’s idea.”
Sable studied Joker. “I think so, too,” she agreed. “And it’ll be nice to have some legitimate income coming in.”
Joker looked like he was going to argue with Sable, but he closed his mouth. “You’re right,” he agreed. “It will. I just hope it’s as profitable as Luke thinks it will be.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt,” I said, absolutely certain I was right. “The only people who fail in this business are the ones who don’t have sound business plans, or the ones who smoke up all their profits. Neither is the case here. I can write business plans in my sleep, and I’m going to make sure that we run things on the up-and-up.”
Sable smiled. “You’re going to need to decide who you’re going to have work the grow operation and the shop.”
Joker looked at Sable like she had three heads. “I don’t recall asking you for you input on club business.”
Sable rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Joker.”
“Actually, I was thinking about asking Sable to help with getting started growing, and she was nice enough to make the appointments for tomorrow.”
Sable stood up. “Or maybe Daniel will take up gardening, and he’ll be able to help you. He has such a green thumb.” She left her sarcasm behind as she headed back inside.
“You’re gonna learn,” Joker said. “It don’t pay to get women involved with club business. Next thing you know, they’re gonna be telling you how to run things and trying to meddle in shit that’s none of their concern.”
I wasn’t about to get into a debate about gender politics with Joker. “I hear you, man,” I said.
Joker clearly wanted to make a point. “Look, Luke, if you want to ask your mother some bullshit gardening questions to make her feel better, then go right ahead. But she’s not involved in club business.”
“She’s going with me to visit the shops tomorrow. Is that okay?” I wasn’t really asking permission, so much as trying to figure out where the boundaries were.
“I guess. Your mother’s actually pretty smart about money, but don’t tell her I said that.”
I laughed. “You know, she might actually like to hear you say something nice every once in a while.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe she shouldn’t be such a bitch all the time. Look, Luke, I know she’s your mother, but Sons don’t get involved with members’ relationships with their old ladies. That’s my business.”
Good grief, there were a lot of rules involved in being an outlaw biker.
Chapter 18
Krystal
I checked my phone for the time and was relieved to see that it wasn’t seven quite yet. The day had been a blur, and I was so tired that I could just crawl in bed and not come out for a week. I’d gone to my two classes, worked the lunch shift at the Taphouse, gone grocery shopping, and had freshened up before I loaded my groceries in the car and headed for Bug’s house.
Bug wasn’t exactly an adventurous eater, and to be honest, I hadn’t been either until I’d started the new job. Since then, I’d tried all sorts of things I’d never had before, and I was going to try a couple of new recipes that night. I’d also packed a secret ingredient in my purse — two sleeping pills, crushed up as fine as I could get them. I figured that I’d mix them with some whiskey before dinner, or just sprinkle them on Bug’s steak if all else failed. I just had to make sure I kept his plate separate from my own!
I pulled into Bug’s drive and knew better than to expect him to help me carry stuff inside. I threw my backpack over my shoulder, not that I planned to spend the night, but I didn’t want Bug to know that. I grabbed the bags of groceries and headed inside.