“How was the gig?” Vike turns to me again.
“No issues.” I shrug.
“Bet and Exterminator?”
“Ex and Chaos handled the drug swap while I played and kept watch.”
“That’s what’s up. Good looking out.” He takes a swig of whiskey and turns to Chaos. “Did the Mexican offer anything besides weed again?”
We’ve been attempting to heal the rift we have with the Mexican cartel, even though I fucking hate the thought. It’s all in hopes to flush out the leader and start taking out bits of the organization. If any type of mob’s around, we want it to be the Russians. We’ve worked well with them for years now.
“Nope, we made ourselves clear we don’t want anything besides moving some green.”
“No coke?”
“No, Prez. We told him we’d light his ass on fire if he brought it to us again.”
“Good. Twist from the other crew handles that shit, and I don’t want us dipping into their shit cause some Mexican’s gettin’ greedy.”
“We won’t cause any shit with Ares’ club; you know this,” I grumble, and Viking nods, sighing.
He’s stressed. I’m guessing over the wedding. He’s supposed to leave for a few days, too, and he’s not used to taking time off. If he leaves, it’s ‘cause we have a run or some other reason. This time he’s supposed to take a few days and do absolutely nothing with his ol’ lady. My money’s on them staying here. They’ll post up in the house going at it nonstop, but he won’t stray far from his club.
“Anything else?” He glances around, and we shake our heads. He slams the gavel, and we shuffle out the decent-sized chapel room he had built specifically for church.
“You need to get her alone with a few drinks in her system. Have the old Bethany come out and play,” Ruger suggests, walking behind me.Nosey bastard.
“How am I supposed to do that?” I mutter. She has a kid now; I can’t get her toasted with a little one to take care of. I’m a dick, but not that sort of a dick.
“I can help with that.” Odin comes up beside me. I swear it seems like Viking’s younger brother grows half an inch each week.
“How?”
“I’ll offer to babysit so she can come to the party with Princess tonight. She was planning to stay at the house and watch movies, but if I offer to babysit, she’ll come.”
“Why would she let you?” I stare at him skeptically. It’s a longshot, but it could work if we get Princess on board to talk Bethany into it.
“Bethany trusts me. I’ve seen her over the past few years. You haven’t, and Maverick likes me anyhow.”
“Maverick?” I ask. Cool-ass name for a kid. I shouldn’t expect anything less from B, though.
“Yeah, that’s her son’s name. He’s almost three.”
“Right.” I nod, but I really have no fucking clue. Why does finding this out, make me feel like an ass for not already knowing? Maybe because she’s here alone, without a man and I know if it were my kid, I’d be posted up beside them nonstop. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Yep.”
“Why would you do this for me?” I’m blunt, but Odin owes me nothing, and he’s young. I remember being his age, babysitting was the furthest thing from my mind.
“Because you’re my brother. I have your back, and one day, I’ll need you to have mine.”
Ah, the fucker’s smart. He knows that one day we’ll all be voting on him being Vice President. He’s already chalking up favors from us. He’s no doubt Viking’s blood. He’ll make one hell of a leader someday like his brother.
“All right, Odin. You do me a solid, and I’ll owe you one.”
“I’m counting on it.” He smirks, heading for the parking lot.
“Spider?” I turn to the shorter, dark-haired brother.