The issue now was that they still had to collect their keep from Jefferson. He was a dirty pig who floated more money than he knew how to keep up with. The guy was a master at somehow moving the same five bucks through a hundred people, leaving them all feeling as though they got paid.
Reese tossed the black bag onto a pool table. He went to the bar and had a prospect give him a beer. Back at the pool table, he sipped the beer and decided to check the bag. Josie gave it to him, so fuck it, right?
He wanted to see the drugs and figure out where they came from.DRMwas known for pushing drugs, but if they tried doing it right in town, that was the spark of a war they couldn’t win. Now, the trickier part was if therunnerswere doing it. That would be a knife to the back of the MC.
“Another war,” Reese whispered to himself.
Funny part though, he wasn’t sure what war he cared about more. The badges sweeping through the MC. The tension withDRM. The possibility of therunnersmessing around behind the club’s back.
Or the war that waged with Josie and her heart.
Reese laughed and shook his head.
He opened the black bag and shuffled through the contents. Typical Josie, everything was a mess. She could never keep a single thing organized, not even if her life depended on it. There were notebooks and pens, napkins with notes and phone numbers scribbled on them. Reese got pissed at himself when he felt a little jealousy, wondering if the numbers were from other guys.
When he found the large bag with the little baggies on the inside, he put that on the pool table and stared.
He sighed and wondered why the hell Josie didn’t tell him about this sooner. And if any of the other girls at the strip club were messing with this, it was a big problem. But this bag didn’t look like someone looking for a good time. This was someone moving or selling. Which meant Starla had a real big problem and needed to do some explaining. And she’d have to do it in front of the MC.
Reese swallowed hard. He opened the bag again, wanting to make sure he didn’t miss any of this stuff. He didn’t want to give the bag back to Josie with anything in it that could compromise her.
There were no more drugs, which was a good thing.
But at the bottom of the bag, Reese found something else.
Something that shocked the hell out of him.
He did a double take - then checked again - before taking it out of the bag.
“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself.
It was a positive pregnancy test.
Chapter Six
Keep the music on.
That was Jefferson’s command after the cops were done sniffing around the club. The good thing was that they wanted nothing to do with the girls. They wanted the MC. They wanted to rattle Jefferson enough so that he’d either cut ties with the MC or he would start spilling secrets. Which wasn’t all that bad of a move. It was a strategy that Josie had seen when she was younger.
Josie asked Jefferson if he just wanted to close and regroup. He made it very clear that he owed money to the MC and that nothing could shut this place down.
She wasn’t in the mood or position to argue. She had given Reese her bag which had those stupid drugs from Starla. She had no idea what he was going to do with it all. Tell Levi? Come after Starla herself? Come after everyone at the strip club? Blame it on Jefferson?
“Hey, Josie,” an old voice said.
Josie looked up from the bar where she worked after sending Parker to go have a cigarette because he was almost in a panic over the cop situation. It wasn’t the first time the cops showed up to harass Jefferson and it wouldn’t be the last. In some way, that was just part of this life. Strange how she was never able to fully shake that stuff away. Meaning that the cops were always a breath away from taking things down around her.
Harvey stood at the bar, one hand on it, looking as though he was catching his breath.
“Harvey,” Josie said. “Good to see you.”
“You too.”
“Too bad we have to meet like this, huh?”
Harvey shrugged his shoulders. “It is what it is.”
“You have nothing on this place,” Josie said with a grin. “We know that. You’re trying to scare everyone so they start talking. Like turning on a light and seeing cockroaches scatter.”