19. Zeke
Fucking security. That’s what Snake has me doing. He called me away from Cleo to run fucking security at The Fuzzy Peach. It’s bullshit. We have prospects for this kind of job, but he said the Russians are here and he needs someone he can trust.
Since everything is good out front, I make my way back stage and down the hall. I consider calling Snake right now and filling him in on the conversation between Hawk and me. He should know that Hawk wants my Vegas contacts. He’s planning something. The fucker wants to be president and seems like he’s willing to do anything to get that title. Thing is, I don’t know if Snake will believe me over his own flesh and blood, and I don’t want the club to have more of a reason to vote me out.
I’m almost to the office when I hear Hawk’s voice. I didn’t even realize he would be here tonight. The door is slightly ajar, so I peek inside. I’ll be damned. He’s talking to Cleo’s ex. The black eye I gave him has turned a deep shade of purple with a yellow tint.
It didn’t take much digging to find out who this guy is. Shawn Ferguson. Turns out, he has ties to the Russians. They keep our underground gambling in business. They’re also an enemy the club doesn’t want.
According to Hammer, Shawn has tried joining the club. Snake turned down his pledge as a prospect a while back. I had no idea Hawk kept in touch with him. I listen to their conversation, frowning at the two of them reminiscing about high school like they’re old buddies.
“Are you sure you tied her up tight enough and taped her mouth?” Hawk asks. “I don’t need her making noise and drawing attention to the warehouse or getting away.”
Shawn replies, “Yeah, man. She’s secure and I told her if she makes any noise, I’ll tell her father about her little drug habit and the guy she’s been fucking that’s part of his security team.”
Who the fuck are they talking about? I don’t like this. I fish my phone out of my pocket, shooting Hammer a text. I need some backup.
“That’s good because we need this to work so I can be rid of Widow’s ass once and for all. He’s changed and he’s getting on my fucking nerves with his shit! I swear he acts like a fucking pussy, kissing my father’s ass like a little bitch. All he had to do was give me his connection’s info and I would do the rest.”
I keep listening and realize they’re talking about the Russian princess, Sergei’s daughter. They’ve fucking taken her and plan on trafficking her. And from the way it sounds, they want me to take the fall.