Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Ace
Kayne slams his gavel on the table silencing the whole room. “Speak before I send Ace and Stryker down there after you.” I’m on my feet ready to pounce.
Tank raises his hands and shakes his head. “There’ll be no need for that. If you can dig up some information on a guy we’re looking for and help us eliminate him, Chainz has agreed to help you with Steam.”
“What’s the motherfucker’s name?” Kayne’s jaw is ticking with agitation.
“Ben Cross. He’s the CEO of Cross Shipping and we think he’s involved with Steam.” Tank puts a piece of paper on the table and shoves it toward Kayne. Rooster picks it up and with a nod from Kayne, leaves the room.
I’m still agitated and ready to pulverize someone. The stress is getting to me and I need a release. I need, no, I crave another fight. “Ace, sit. We’re good here.” Kayne orders.
I take a seat, not happy about this. Not fucking happy at all. I cross my arms over my chest, ready to attack if need be.
“We’ll get the info you need.” Kayne acknowledges Tank. “Are you sticking around until we do or leaving?”
“We’re leaving as soon as this meeting’s over with.” Tank responds.
“Got it.” Kanye nods his head. “Now, we have other business to discuss.” Kanye dismisses our three guests with a nod. He waits until they leave the room to continue Club business. “Senator Graham and his son will be done for by the end of the week. Ace, you, Duke and Rooster are set up to meet with some buyers tomorrow night to finalize the deal we’ve been working on. Take a kilo of Coke with you and some of our finer guns from Cal’s storage. The buyer’s name is Thad and will be expecting you. If anything, and I mean anything seems off, get the fuck out. I don’t know or trust him yet.”
I nod my head, “Aye, Prez.”
“We have another rebuild coming in today, so I’ll need Ace, Tex and Butch to handle this one. Also, it’s pick-up day. Stryker, Blayze and Duke that’s on you three. You know what to do. Poison and I will be heading to the bar with Alyssa to make sure our shipments come in with no problem. Siren and Holly will be at the dance studio with Talon and two prospects watching them until you get done, Blayze. Afterward, you can relieve a prospect and send him to the bar. No one is to travel alone until the threat from the Senator is over with.” Kayne slams the gavel on the table dismissing us.
I rise to my feet, ready to get this show on the road when Butch stands next to me. We walk together out of Church and both grab our phones.
“How are you feeling?” Butch asks, pocketing his phone.
“I’m fine. Why do I look like shit or something?”
“You always look like shit, bro.” Butch smirks, which is a rare oddity. The motherfucker doesn’t have a single care in his fucking body besides the Club and now the girls.
“What’s the fucking point then, Butch? My nerves are already on edge, the last thing I need is your cryptic ass fueling the fire.” I glare at him thinking about the conversation with Poison.
“Bitch, I’m a medical Doc in case you forgot. It’s in my nature to make sure my brothers are at one hundred percent.”
I relax a little and blow out a breath, “Yeah I’m good. The ribs are sore but not broken. The bruising will fade in a week. Thanks for looking out for me.” I slap Butch on the back.
“Good to hear. You still slap like a girl.” Butch smirks and I look behind him.
Poison is standing behind him with a smirk and I raise my eyebrow. She slaps him in the back of the head making Butch grunt. “How’s that for slapping like a girl?”
“Fucker, you could’ve warned me.” Butch rubs the back of his head and turns to Poison. “You know I don’t think of you as a girl.” She cocks her hip to the side. “I mean. Fuck me, why does this always happen to me.” Butch takes off like his ass is on fire. Poison and I laugh.
“Shit, that was funny.” I needed that little reprieve.
“It’s fun fucking with Butch. I should go and tell him I’m not mad.”
“He knows. Besides, make him squirm some today. He deserves it.”
“True. After that stunt, I might make it my mission to smack his head every time I see him.” There’s an evil glint in Poison’s eyes that scares even me. “I might have the girls go along with it too.” Poison drums her fingers on her lips thinking. Fuck, Butch is screwed. When Poison has her mind set on fucking with someone, it’s dangerous for everyone.
“I gotta go. Be nice, Poison.”
“I’m always nice.” She pouts. I cock an eyebrow at her. “Well, most of the time. Go fuck off, Ace.”
I laugh as I make my way to the living room, getting ready to leave. The three guys from Krymson Destroyers are waiting. Tank is on the phone, agitation written all over his face. I can’t hear what he’s saying but it isn’t good. He shoves his phone into the pocket inside his cut and turns to the other two. I’m lurking closer, being a nosy asshole.
Rooster comes out of his Communications room and heads straight for Kayne who’s sitting on the couch with Poison. Kayne stands and they exchange heated words. Rooster nods his head and hands Kayne a piece of paper. Kayne reads it and the color drains from his face. His cold blue eyes snap toward Tank, Cobra, and Reaper. So much shit is happening right now and I’m at a loss at what’s going on. I’m sticking around to find out though.
Kayne marches over to Tank and shoves the paper in his face. “Are you playing some kind of sick fucking joke?” His jaw is ticking and his eyes are betraying his emotions. Usually, Kayne can keep it together better than this. Whatever it is, Kayne is ready to kill someone.
“No joke, brother. This is what I needed.” Tank’s jaw is set tight. His fingers curl around the paper, squeezing it. “This proves Ben Cross is in deep with Steam and the Russian assholes Kozlov brothers.” He turns to Cobra and Reaper. “We need to get Dia out of there.” Panic is clear in his voice.
“Chainz is working on it, brother. We need to get back now.” Reaper keeps Tank calm, but not by much.
“Thank you, Kayne. You didn’t need to do this but we’re grateful you did. Chainz wants us to extend an invite for your Club to come to Pennsylvania and help us take Ben Cross out.” Tank holds out his hand and Kayne shakes it.
“Give me a few days to get things in order and we’ll be down,” Kayne responds. “Drive safe brothers. Keep the tires on the ground and the wind in your face.”
Tank, Reaper, and Cobra leave our Clubhouse with the devil on their heels. Something big is going down in Pennsylvania and by the sound of it, we’ll be there to bring him to his knees. No one and I mean no one, fucks with allies of ours and gets away with it.