Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
Leaving in the middle of the night was a shitty thing to do and not something I had intended. In fact, I had fully intended on exploring her body all night long. I knew she needed a little rest after the shower. So, I’d cleaned her up and placed her in bed so she could get a little sleep and regain some of her energy.
I’d grabbed a drink of water and sat on the edge of her bed, watching her sleep for nearly an hour, when Nitro had called telling me to get my arse back to the clubhouse. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. He ruined my fucking plans. But when I’d walked in and saw the state Priest and Gears were in, my rage bubbled to the surface for another reason.
The rest of the brothers and I headed into church as Doc and his ol’ lady Maria checked the guys over and cleaned them up.
“What the fuck happened?” I ask as I take my seat next to Nitro. Ice taking his seat next to me his head cast low, his demeanour defeated. Nitro shakes his head, leaning back in his seat he places his feet on the table, crossing them at the ankles.
“Poisoned Devils. Fuckers jumped Priest and Gears as they came out of the strip club tonight. Turns out we don’t have a solo rider in the city, there were six of the fuckers.” He pauses long enough to light up a cigarette, throwing his packet and lighter on the table. “Ice and Tongue found them when they followed them out twenty minutes later.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t find them sooner,” Ice apologies to the room.
We all turn to him and I’m about to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he sits straighter in his chair, his gaze goes around the table looking each of us dead in the eyes before landing on Nitro. “I’m increasing the security teams at each of businesses. Especially the ones where the women are. Nobody travels alone, and I’m increasing the city sweeps. I want these fuckers found. Prez, I think we should talk to Data, see if he can add some new shit to the clubs, new monitors, new access controls, off site visuals. I want to be able to have eyes on wherever we are.”
Nitro gives Ice a nod as he tries to hide a smile. We knew Ice was right for the role, we just needed to give him a chance to believe in himself. It’s just a fucking shame it’s under these circumstances.
“Data will be back tomorrow afternoon; we’ll talk to him as soon as he gets in. As for the rest of you fuckers, you heard the man. Nobody travels alone. I want extra bodies around the women for the next week at least. Tank,” Nitro calls out.
“Yes, Prez?” he asks leaning forward in his seat.
“You think you can keep your dick in your pants?” Tank gives him a confused look but doesn’t respond.
“For fucks sake. Need you to talk to the girls at the club, tell them enough information so they understand there’s an issue, but don’t fucking give them too many details. Go over their start and finish times with Lou, arrange pick-ups and drop offs with them. Use the prospects, but not Dylan, he’s on Wrath’s girl until we say otherwise.”
I give Nitro a nod, I’m grateful he kept the kid on her, but I’m not amused he called her my girl.
Tanks laughs and grabs his dick. “Don’t worry Prez, I’ll make sure they’re all satisfied with their pick-ups and drop offs.”
A few of the guys start to laugh but stop when they see the look on Nitro’s face.
“I’m fucking serious Tank. Don’t piss me off.”
Tank nods, the smile dropping from his face. “Understood Prez.”
“Ice, I’ll let you manage this. You need me, you know where to find me.”
“Thanks Prez.”
“Any questions?”
Everyone shakes their heads. We’re all clear on what happens next. Nitro slams the gavel down. “Alright, now get the fuck out. VP, not you.”
As the brothers file out of the room, I lean back in my seat waiting to see what’s on his mind. The silence hangs over us for several minutes before he finally relents.
“How long are we leaving Dylan on your girl for?”
He smirks as I shake my head at him.
“She ain’t my girl brother, we’re just having fun.”
“Does she know that?”
I chew the inside of my cheek, a sliver of shame washing over me. “We haven’t really had a chance to discuss it.”
He chuckles and takes a drag of his cigarette when a knock on the door draws our attention. He shifts slightly in his seat as the door opens, and in walks the sister of one of the brothers; I still haven’t found out which. I should really get to know everyone around here. For a club princess, she’s pretty quiet. With her head dipped low, she places a couple of bottles of beer on the table for Nitro and me.
“Thanks,” I tell her, and she gives me a small smile before throwing a quick glance at Nitro, her cheeks turn pink when she realises he’s watching her intently. With a smile, she turns on her heel and scurries out the door, making sure to close it behind her.
“What the fuck is going on with you two?’ I ask.
“Nothing,” he bites out, his eyes fixed on the closed door.
“Brother,” my tone leaving no question that it’s a warning.
“Fuck. Nothing, ok? Nothing is going on. She’s a fucking club princess and too young.”
I scoff out a laugh and he throw’s daggers my way.
“How old is she exactly?” I ask.
He blows out a breath and grabs for his bottle, downing half of it in one go.
“She’s nineteen and Grinder’s daughter,” he tells me.
I grab for my bottle and take a small sip. Placing it back on the table I run my finger down the side, clearing away some of the condensation.
“Grinder. He’s one of the older generation, and not really around much, right?”
He nods, then laughs. “She ain’t just Grinder’s daughter, she’s Ice’s fucking baby sister.”
My draw drops in surprise. “Fuck.” I did not expect that. I had seen her talking to Ice, but I hadn’t realised they were blood.
How the fuck did miss that? Now I understand Nitro’s hesitation, he’d be breaking a cardinal rule if he went there.
Daughters and sisters are off limits.