7. Zeke
Snake told me to find an outlet. Stay out of trouble. Shit, I’ll get kicked out of the club if I don’t straighten up and the club is the only true family I’ve ever had.
Well, I found my outlet. A five-foot-two firecracker who has my nuts aching for more. The fact that she’s involved with Nitro makes it even better. I never liked that fucker. Stealing her away from him will make all the shit I’ve been through worth it.
Cleo. The bitch clearly has issues. I have no idea if she’s with Nitro or the dude at the Fuzzy Peach. Maybe both. Either way, she’s too damn much woman for the both of them put together.
“What are your thoughts on this whole going legit business?” Hawk’s question catches me off guard and he takes the lead in the race.
I’ve been back at the clubhouse for a few hours and all Hawk has wanted to do is play the PS5. I know damn well he didn’t text me to sit here and play video games, but since Snake hasn’t gotten a call about me showing up at the Rebels’ doorstep, I haven’t said a word.
I shrug. “I like the money. Fuck, I even like the risks, but I get it. Some of the guys don’t want to live life always looking over their shoulders. Stupid fuckers have kids and shit.”
I have enough enemies to know how it feels to live that way. Trouble seems to find me, even when I’m not looking for it. Most of the time, I’m fucking looking for it. But constantly being on edge gets old. Getting shot also sucks ass.
“We can’t make that kind of money going legit. No fucking way.”
He’s not wrong. My bike is paid for. My place is paid for. I’m not one of those guys that likes to shop or blow money, so I have a damn nice nest egg. Did I sell my soul to the devil to get it? You’re damn right I did. Besides, the fucker already owned it long before I joined the club.
“Snake wouldn’t put any of us in a bind. You know that.”
“What I know is that my father is old. It’s time for him to step down and let someone else run things.”
I’ve always gotten along with Hawk. Hell, I got along with everyone in the club. Then, Snake told me they wanted me out. If going legit is what it takes to keep me in Snake’s good graces, so be it. The club is all I’ve got.