Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Razor pulled up at the clubhouse. It was business as usual as he climbed off his bike.
Flicking the cigarette into the parking lot, he blew smoke into the air.
It was rare for him to smoke, but lately it was that or drinking, and drinking for him was never a good thing.
Stupid decisions were often made after one too many scotches.
He stopped for a brief minute to talk to Tank, one of the prospects. The brother had no idea he was about to be brought up for his full patch in a few weeks. Sticking his hand out he shook the prospect's hand, then pulled him into a hug. “Tank, how’s the family?”
“Everyone’s great,” Tank said, stepping back.
“Looks like a full house tonight.”
“Yeah, the usual poker night. We got things covered out here,” Tank told him, pulling the door open soRazor could go inside.
Stepping inside, everyone was milling around. He spotted Hemlock coming towards him.
“Razor got a minute?” Hemlock asked him.
“Yeah, I got time until church is called.”
Hemlock sat down with Razor at the clubhouse, dropping a thick folder on the table between them. "I’m making a move on the clinic. Sherlock’s drafting up a purchasing agreement. Time to get things rolling on buying out Dr. Primo."
Razor raised an eyebrow. "You think he’s just gonna sell? Guy’s been running that place for years. He might be a harder sell than you think. Hell, if itwouldn’t have been for the last doctor wanting to retire, I wouldn’t be there.”
Hemlock leaned back, a confident smirk tugging at his lips. "Not when he sees what I’ve got on him." He pushed the folder closer. "Go on. Take a look."
Razor opened the folder and flipped through the spreadsheets inside. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the numbers. "Skimming? Damn." He looked up. "The doc’s in deep, huh?"
"Real deep. Gambling debts." Hemlock crossed his arms. "I’m offering him enough to settle up and get out of town. It’s a win-win."
Razor closed the folder and looked across the table at Hemlock. He should have known the doctor was skimming off the bottom. "This explains why he always leaves early."
“Oh, it gets better,” Sherlock said, taking a seat next to Razor.
When Teller sat down in the empty chair, Razor and Hemlock looked at the two brothers, wondering what was going on.
“How so?” Razor asked as he looked at Sherlock, who just shrugged.
Movement next to him, had Razor staring at Teller and Vicious as he too sat down. “Did I miss a memo we were having a business meeting?”
A few things were brought to our attention that puts Primo in our crosshairs,” Teller told Razor.
Razor looked at the four men sitting with him and straightened in his chair. “How so?”
It turned out after they had brought up the possibility of buying the building, Sherlock had jumped on his handy-dandy computer and dug into the good doctor.
As he combed through the man’s personal and business accounts, he’d found some interesting stuff.
Primarily that his bookie was associated with the Scorpions.
That piece of information had Hemlock and Razor leaning closer to Sherlock as he laid out printouts of the good doctor's dealings. .
“We’re interested in purchasing the building as a business venture for the chapter,” Teller told them.
“Man, that would be great. We could do some serious upgrades to the clinic. Maybe even expand it. We could use more patient rooms.” Hemlock’s brain was already working out the bottom floor’s square footage.
“We’re thinking the clinic could have the bottom floor of the building giving you boys room to make any changes to it as you see fit. But the top floors would become rental apartments.” Teller and Vicious had sat down with The Baron and discussed their options.
According to The Baron, if they pulled funds from their other businesses, they could make a solid offer. Then the clinic could rent from the corporation along with the apartments. That way the money could be used to pay the loan back from the other companies. The Baron called it a leverage buyout.
“The leverage doesn’t stop there,” Vicious added. “We could look into adding commercial office spaces on the second floor and even a rooftop deck that could be rented out for events. The increased revenue would cover any additional loans and leave room for long-term profits.”
“We’ll bring the whole thing up at church this week and let the brothers take a vote on it. After that, we’ll go from there,” Vicious added.
The only thing Hemlock wanted to know was did he have to wait to make his offer. “Can I move forward on my part?”
“Go for it.”
Hemlock slapped Razor on the knee laughing. He was excited to be able to make the offer. Now, he needed to liquidate some of his assets where he could have a solid offer. One the doctor couldn’t turn down. If he was still gambling, his debt was stacking up by the minute.
“Before you go running off selling your condo or worse your sled. The chapter will buy out the doctor’s debt.
We’ll write it off as a loss,” Teller told Hemlock.
Sherlock had given him and Vicious the same information he’d given Hemlock.
The debt wasn’t huge. Nothing they couldn’t scrape up.
The doctor on the other hand was in too deep with all of his expenses and was struggling to keep his head above water.
“I’d like to be the one that buys Primo out,” Hemlock said.
“You’ll pay the club back with a lower interest rate than you’d get a bank,” Sherlock told him.
Teller and Vicious nodded.
Hemlock sat back, stunned. His heart thudded in his chest, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words to respond.
He had always prided himself on being self-reliant, handling his own problems without asking for help.
But now, as the weight of the chapter’s support settled over him, he felt something unfamiliar…
relief. They weren’t just helping him out; they were showing him that he wasn’t in this alone.
The realization left his throat tight, and he had to clear it before speaking.
He looked around at the faces of his brothers and managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. Seriously. I didn’t expect this, but I appreciate it more than you know.”
In the end, he supposed they were helping themselves out, but Hemlock knew it ran deeper than that. This was about loyalty, trust, and having each other’s backs—things money couldn’t buy.
As everyone got up, Teller stared at Vicious and Razor. It seemed they were still at odds over a lot of damn nothing.