“Yeah. It’s an excellent offer. I hope you understand.”
My worst nightmare has come true. “I understand.”
He shuffles through a stack of papers on his desk. “I’m not sure if they’ll get rid of the entire staff, but I asked them to keep you and as many of the employees here as they can.”
“When will we know our fate?”
“They are still deciding, but soon. You’re not out of a job yet.”
Lucky for me. He follows up that doozy with a quick run over the store’s earnings and profits. When he dismisses me, my shoulders are knotted tighter than a pretzel, and if there was any doubt in my mind about hitting the bar tonight, it’s gone.
Bye bye boring life.
Two
Silas
* * *
“Another banana? I don’t want this shit, Silas.” My younger brother, Dragon, tosses the banana I bought at The Hungry Grocer at me.
“You know I hate bananas,” I say back to him, setting the banana down on the bar. “And you know I don’t like to waste things.”
“Then why do you keep buying them?” Henley, the Sergeant at Arms, asks.
I stare at the ripe fruit, unable to answer the question. More like won’t answer the question.
The meeting for the Legendary Villains just ended a few minutes ago, and I’d like them to clear the fuck out, but now this has turned into a banana situation.
“I think he enjoys looking at that pretty little store manager,” Duke says, smirking.
“Shut the fuck up before I punch the ever loving fuck out of you,” I snap back.
“Whoa,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender, “someone’s testy.”
“I think you guessed right,” Jagger, another member of my club, says.
Their remarks don’t get deep under my skin. I’ve been president of this club for years, and these men are as real of a brother as my blood, Dragon. So, I’ll let their teasing slide. Although, they’re right about Betty down at the Hungry Grocer. Women in King’s City are a dime a dozen. Too many of them come to our club, trying their best to get my attention, or any member of the Legendary Villains’ attention. Most times, I turn the other way. Most times.
Lately, I turn away all the time. No one gets me excited.
Not like the raven-haired daughter of King’s City police chief. Inky-dark hair, eyes the color of the deep blue sea, and a smile that could knock you out within seconds of witnessing it. She’s a bombshell, in the-girl-next-door kind of way. I must be out of my mind. There’s something about her I can’t quite put my finger on. Although I’d like to put my fingers all over her.
I’d never do it though.
She’d probably call her father to have me arrested.
He’d love the chance to lock away the leader of the LVMC. Hell, sometimes I think he’ll lock me up for way less than just looking at his daughter.
So, I stick to shopping at a store I don’t need to shop at, just to steal glances of the pretty Betty Hutton.
“Are you going to be the one to meet up with Lewis at the Cool Cactus tonight?” Dragon asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
A government shipment full of AK-47s and other military grade weapons got boosted off a semi in the middle of the night out on Route 42. Chief John Hutton’s been sniffing around, trying to place the blame on this club, and I couldn’t be more pissed off by this preposterous accusation. My club is clean, mostly. We may dabble here and there in illegal activities, but nothing as big as stealing guns from the government.
My gut says someone’s trying to frame the Legendary Villains for something we didn’t do. Worst part is we can’t even come up with a good alibi because we stick to our compound and drink at our own bar. So, tonight, I’m heading across town to sniff out the name of who’s framing us, and more importantly, why.
“You sure you don’t want me to go with?”
I shake my head. “Nah, it’ll be easy… just get the name from Lewis and leave. A baby could do it.”
Dragon’s brown eyes, the same color as our father’s, studies me, like he doesn’t believe me. “Just don’t stop by that store and buy more bananas.” He laughs.
“Or at least buy something else,” Henley says, picking up the banana and peeling back the skin so he can take a bite.
“You look so sexy doing that.” I joke, and everyone laughs.
After I say my goodbyes, I walk outside and hop on my Harley Softtail Deluxe, ready to get this shit over with once and for all. As I drive through town, I think about who hates us enough to frame us for their crimes. A few names come to mind. Another rival club does too, but nobody who is smart enough to pull off this type of heist.