“Okay, how ‘bout we get this shit done?” Jace said and slapped him on the back.
Sticks grinned. “Come on. I got a room in the back where we can talk about the details.” Sticks moved toward the back of the warehouse.
Jagger motioned for his guys to follow. Jace had only brought his VP, Tank, but then again Jace had been deep in the fighting scene for years and had enough backup with Sticks and the fighters if shit got bad. Maybe Jagger should have taken up his friend’s offer to join forces all those years ago, but at the time the club had voted it down and wanted to get into drug hauling. They stepped into a back room that smelled strongly of mold and dirt. When everyone was inside, with his men leaning against the wall, Sticks shut the door and got right to business.
“I reached out because Jace and I have been talking about expanding the fighting ring to surrounding territories.”
“Your club voted it down when I asked you to join in all those years ago, but since the business is raking in the cash, I thought I’d reach out to the Grizzlies and see if you want to give it a go this time.” Jace grinned once he finished speaking.
The club had already talked about this and decided to hear the offer out, and that was the only reason they were here talking about it.
“What kind of set-up do you have? And what do we have to contribute?” Brick said and moved beside Jagger. His Sergeant at Arms had a thing for violence, and the bloodier the better.
“You’ll help provide muscle during the bigger fights, help recruit when a fighter is down.” Sticks looked over at Jace once he said that. He turned and faced Jagger and his men once more. “But what really interests us is that Carlson property you have off of Route 29.We know the set-up you have there, and the protection of the trees, and the acreage. The barn you have would work well for helping to make sure we don’t get shut down by the local authorities since it’s on private property.”
Jagger crossed his arms. “Just because it is on private property doesn’t mean shit. The cops can still do a raid.”
Jace nodded and said, “Yeah, we know that, but the heat is just getting too heavy being out here. Cops keep making rounds, and one of these days they’re going to find some kind of bullshit cause to shut the place down.”
“Yeah, your shit is out in the middle of nowhere, and last I heard from your boys was you weren’t using it for anything other than storage,” Sticks said. Jagger’s grandfather had owned the property in question, and then it had been passed down to him.
“What’s the cut?” Jagger asked, because really that was one of the main reasons why they would go into business with them. If the payout was shit, it was a no-go.
“Since Sticks and the Lions are the main proprietors of the underground ring in Steel Corner we each get forty percent, and the fighters get twenty. You come on board and the cut will be equal for both clubs and Sticks,” Jace said.
“But the barn will be the main set-up for the fights?” Diesel, his VP, asked.
Jace nodded.
Diesel looked at Jagger, and they were both were thinking the same thing. Diesel spoke for the Grizzlies. “We’re putting up most of the risk providing the place that this shit is going down, plus you want us to be muscle and help recruit.” No one said anything, and the tension went up an inch. “We want forty percent. You and the Lion MC can split the rest with each other and the fighters.”
Jace didn’t say anything for a moment, and he and Sticks looked at each other. “That only leaves twenty percent each for Sticks and the Lions since we have to give the fighters twenty percent, too,” Sticks said with a bite to his words.
Jagger didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at both of them. Sticks pulled Jace aside, and the two talked quietly for a few minutes. When they were finished they both nodded at each other and moved back to Jagger and his crew.
“What about thirty percent and two kilos of coke to distribute?”
Jagger lifted a brow and looked at Diesel, and then the rest of his MC. “Where the fuck you gonna get two kilos of coke on the street?” he asked in response to Sticks’ offer. “And what makes you think we want to help unload it?”
Sticks rubbed his jaw. “I know a guy that has hookups with the Alonso gang up on Shepard Pass. They are looking to unload the coke they have since they have heat on them. They are willing to take a massive cut, but I don’t have the connections to get something out like that,” Sticks said.
“Jace has the right connections,” Diesel said, but his VP needed to shut the fuck up.
Jagger cut a glare at Diesel and then looked back at Sticks and the Lion President.