“Fucking relax, both of you,” Brooks yells.
“How is your daughter?” I ask, generally curious.
Damn, I’m with Porter all the time and I never think to ask about her. His ex-wife is a cunt. She picked up with his kid one day, left divorce papers, and took off. I’m not even sure he knows where they went.
“How old is she now?” Zane asks.
“She just turned twenty-two in August.”
“Twenty-two, huh?” I joke.
“I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands,” he says.
We all laugh as the door opens. Immediately we all stop laughing as Finn walks in. The poor kid looks like he’s going to shit himself. I lean my elbows on the table and steeple my fingers against my lips to keep my smile hidden.
“Sit,” Brooks yells.
Finn sits and leans forward. “I don’t know what the hell is going on?”
“That the story you wanna go with?” Enzo asks, squinting his eyes.
Finn looks around as we all stare at him. His leg is bouncing as he shakes his head. “I swear, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Brooks grabs the patch and stands up, slamming his hands down on the table. “So, this means nothing to you,” he yells.
“I don’t even know what it is,” Finn says, scrubbing his face.
“Really? You have no fucking idea, huh?” Brooks shouts, walking toward him.
Finn leans back in his chair with wide eyes as Brooks approaches him. The fear on his face has me biting my cheek to keep from laughing.
Brooks slams it down in front of him and says, “You don’t want to take credit for this?”
Finn slowly looks down and it takes a second for the realization to hit. His head snaps up to Brooks and we all start laughing.
“I’m in?” he asks, quietly. Almost like he’s afraid to speak.
Brooks slaps his back and smiles. “You’re in, Finn. We discussed it and you’ve proven yourself to this club more than any other prospect. You are now a member of Shattered Souls.”
He jumps up and hugs Brooks. We all cheer and congratulate him. It’s a big deal for him and the club. We haven’t welcomed a new member in a long time.
After we talk a bit longer, we all head out to grab a drink. Any other time I’d get drunk, grab a Souls chick, and fuck. Tonight though, after I finish one beer I tell them I’m heading home. I can’t get my mind straight because of this agent. I need to find out as much as I can about him. I need to know what I’m up against and figure out why the hell he came to me. There’s more to this and he’s not going to tell me shit until I kill his target.
The faster I kill the guy, the faster I’ll find out what agent asshat really wants. I just hope I figure it out before the club finds out.
Chapter 4
Riley
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It’s been almost a week since agent dickhead knocked on Gillian’s door. It's been almost a week since I saw her last and it’s killing me. Seeing her again has been like a drug and I’m craving my fix. That’s why I decided it was time to check and see how she’s doing. She was as pissed as she was scared when I last saw her.
I take a deep breath and knock on the door. She doesn’t come fast enough for my liking, so I knock again.
She opens the door and releases a deep breath. “Fuck Riley!”
“Expecting someone else?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.