I know I’m not the only one holding my breath, awaiting Pyro’s answer. He’s in a tough spot. Keeping Akela company has to be hard on him because of her resemblance to Lana. I wouldn’t want to be him, that is for sure.
“I’m good, Prez.”
I bet he is anything but that.
“Okay, Sniper, Shadow, and Smokey, you’re with me. The rest of you stay here. Piper, Storm, and especially my wife aren’t to go into work until after the meeting and my say so.”
My gut tosses and turns as the gavel bangs on the wood.
***
We aren’t in Club Sated ten minutes before Alec strolls in with some big ass, fucking men. I mean men so fucking huge, they must’ve grown up eating goddamn Wheaties!
“Well, look who's done his fucking homework,” Prez growls without standing up. He doesn’t greet the bastards. Alec might have three scary fuckers with him, but we have Smokey and Sniper standing back. Sniper isn’t called that just for the hell of it. He’s earned his name.
“When you get a whiff of Breakneck MC having a problem, you gather insurance. Lucky for me, your insurance was in the newspaper months ago in the form of the Russians.”
That smug ass, sorry, son of a bitch! I knew I smelled grey!
“Having to gather insurance speaks highly of us, man. I appreciate it.” Prez chuckles and looks back at Smokey and Sniper in the background. “I happen to have my own,” he says as he points to our brothers. “That blond man is my brother, Sniper. I don’t have to tell you that his name means something.”
Alec goes to sit in our booth, and the Prez stops him right in his tracks. “Don’t bother. You won’t be here long.”
I chuckle. This is the Prez that gets my respect. Good to see he is back.
“Here’s how this works. It’s real simple. I want something, I take it, but I’m a business man after all, and I can negotiate. In a way.” He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll give you five hundred thousand dollars for your club, right now. I know it seems like a small offer, but if you don’t take it, that offer goes to less than pennies. You get me?”
The Russians’ stance stiffens as Alec replies to my Prez. “You must be outta your fucking mind if you think I’m selling my club, much less giving it to you.”
Jesus. You dumbfuck.
“Suit yourself. Go gather some more Russians, cause your ass is gonna need them here real soon.” He points to the door. “Now get your fuckin’ ass outta my wife’s club.”
They don’t move until they hear Smokey and Sniper cocking their guns. Prez lets out a roar of laughter when Alec flinches. “You pussy, take your bodyguards and get the fuck outta here before I let my brothers rain fire on your dumbass!”
When they attempt to be casual and stroll out the way they came in, it shows a sign of weakness to us. Even with four of them, they are scared of the four of us. They should be. We’ve killed close to thirty people in the last year alone. That should make the motherfuckers piss themselves in cowardice.
“Angel is gonna be fuckin’ pissed that the Russians are back. I thought we had handled them fuckers. Someone in the mob is still holdin’ a damn grudge, because they wouldn’t be here if not. More importantly, he got that info from somewhere other than the papers.”
I agree. He couldn’t get in contact with our enemies from reading a newspaper clipping. He got that information from someone else.
“Keep one patched member on each woman that leaves the compound. I don’t think they’ll go after them because of what happened the last time, but just to be safe.”
Motherfucking Christ. Tatiana is already pissed off, and this shit is just going to make it worse. She isn’t speaking to me, and once she hears this news, she is going to be extra bitchy. She hates, and I mean hates, being escorted, but the words that come out of my mouth are still… “I’ll watch Tea.”
Dammit!
“I figured as much,” Prez says as we gear up and leave.
***
Chapter Seventeen
Tatiana
I can’t believe I’m stuck with Shadow as my Patch escort. After what happened between us, I don’t know how I feel about him watching my every move, and me knowing he’s doing it. It is different when I can’t see him, but when he is right there in my face, all up in my shit, how am I supposed to get over what happened between us? I think my Godfather hates me. That is the only explanation I have. He said Braxxon ordered him to keep watch on me, and if I know my Godfather, that is only partial truth. If he knew I didn’t want Shadow around me right now, then he wouldn’t be. And I have half a mind to fucking let him know I don’t want Shadow within a hundred miles of me. I was supposed to meet Haden for lunch today, but no, as soon as I get up this morning, here comes Shadow with a grin on his face.