When I enter the restaurant, Agent Hill is sitting at the same table we sat at last time. There are two cups of black coffee in front of him. When I sit, he pushes one toward me.
“So… how’d it go last night?”
I swallow a yawn. “It was different. Why didn’t you just say you wanted me get a job bartending?”
His eyebrow lifts. “That’s what they offered? Nothing else?”
“Yeah, just bartending.”
I take a sip, letting the coffee work its magic. I might not allow myself to drink more than a cup a day, but, god, do I enjoy that one cup. Agent Hill silently watches.
Finally, he asks, “Who all did you meet?”
I think. “A girl named Jas, who’s a bartender, too. Razor, Bash, and Saint. Oh, and Rabbit, of course.”
His eyes light up. “Did any of them speak to you?”
“I mostly talked with Jas, since we were working together. She’s bossy.” I yawn. “To be honest, Agent Hill, I mostly handed out beers and picked up empties all night. I didn’t get home until six this morning.”
“How did you get home?”
I feel warm. “Saint brought me, since I didn’t have a car.”
He nods. “Very good. When do you go back?”
“Tonight. I work Thursday to Sunday.” I think. “Saint told me not to come in until ten tonight, so I’m going to go back to the dorms and crash before I have to go over there.”
He frowns, but says, “I’ll be in touch. Remember, let me know if you hear anything. You have my number. You can text.”
“Agent Hill, it might be easier if I knew what I was listening for.”
He doesn’t answer and leaves me sitting there. I know I agreed to help him, but the way he’s acting is making me second guess myself. On the flip side, I would be dead without him. So, I owe him.
Sighing, I finish my coffee. I’m too wired to sleep, but maybe I’ll look at apartments until it’s time to go into the club. My pulse quickens at the thought of seeing Saint. But then I remember he’s taken. By Bash. And just like that I feel deflated. But there are other ways for me to get that connection I wish I could have with both men.
When I leave the restaurant, I pull out my phone, opening my app. There’s six notifications and I scroll through them, seeing if anyone is nearby. Well, look at that. There’s a ping from a guy within a mile of me. I open a new box and send him a text. Like clockwork, he replies, giving me his address and room number. I’ve been to this motel before, so I tuck my phone into my pocket and head his way.
He’s waiting at the door when I get there. I’m glad he looks like his picture. I can’t stand it when they use fake images. Just own up who you are. Hell, it’s not like I’m going to say no. He’s literally paying for this.
“Olivia?”
I smile, running my tongue across my lower lips. “You can call me V, big boy.”
“I’ve never done this before,” he lies.
Playing along, I say, “Me either. You’re my first.”
What he doesn’t know is I can see his rating on the app, much like he can see mine. But, my phone dings with a payment notification, which means he’s ready to play, and I smile at him.
“Can we go inside?”
I move closer, brushing against him. And just like that, another one bites the dust as he pulls me into the room, locking it behind him. The rules on the app are pretty straight forward for both of us, so there’s no need to play games anymore. He wants to feel loved for few minutes and I want to fuck until I don’t feel anything. A win-win situation, if you ask me.
6
Bash
Saint calls Church into session by banging the gavel on the table next to him. King is at his right, where the Vice President should always be, and I’m next to King. Razor is at Saint’s left and Jesus and Tiny are next to him. There’s one vacant seat next to me.
Saint stands. “As you can all see, Mammoth’s seat is empty. Our brother decided to go back to the Oklahoma chapter to be closer to his ailing mother. We’ll be holding an election at the end of summer to fill his spot.”
Tiny nods his greasy head. “Amen. Not sure how much longer we can function without a treasurer.”
Razor leans back in his chair and asks, “Tiny, shouldn’t you be able to do the job until we get it filled?”
“Not me! I’m shit with numbers.”
Saint says, “Anyone who’s interested, let me know.”
The men nod, though no one looks eager to step up. Can’t blame them. Keeping the club’s money in order is an important job, and a lot of men haven’t been able to resist the temptation of all that cash. And once you steal from the club, there’s no coming back from it. It’s a literal death sentence.
Saint goes on, “We’ve got another shipment coming in next week that’s leading up to a bigger shipment next month. We know the Feds have been watching our dock, so we’re doing this one old school.”
While he tells everyone the plan, I try not to let my frustration show. Razor and I are going to have our hands full with this. We’ll be crossing into several rival clubs’ territories and they won’t be happy. If it were reversed, we’d be pissed, too.
King leans over and says in a low tone, “He’s going to get us fucking killed. We’d be safer using the gulf and another dock.”
King used to be the club’s enforcer before getting promoted to Vice President, so he knows what I’m feeling.
I nod. “You know how he is.”
“Good thing he’s got us to protect his ugly ass.”
Saint looks over at that moment, glaring, so I’m sure he’s heard us. But it’s the fucking truth. He ends the meeting, and our brothers go to the main room to party before we make our run tomorrow.
Saint calls me and King over when the room is nearly cleared out. Razor gives us a sympathetic look, but the fucker doesn’t hang around to help us out. Probably has a chick or two waiting on him.
“Something you need to say?” Saint crosses his arms, waiting.
King sighs. “Stop being a little bitch, Saint. You know we’re not happy about this run. And, as your Vice President, I’d like to point out that you’re putting us all at risk.”
“And I’d like to point out that I’ve taken your concerns into account and decided this is the course we’re fucking taking.”
King is almost as big as Saint, so when they go toe-to-toe it’s always an ordeal. Luckily, I can kick both of their asses, if needed.
Holding up my hands, I say, “Okay guys. Calm the fuck down.”
They both glare at me, but King takes a step back, which is good because Saint never backs down.
Saint says, “We’re only doing it this once. Our source with the Feds says they’ve got a lot riding on busting the warehouse at the docks. Joke’s going to be on them when they get there and find sixteen pallets of douches.”
King snorts. “Douches? Like actual douches?”
“One of the Mississippi clubs repaid a favor.” He grins. “We good?”
“Yeah, man. We’ll make it work.”