“Yeah, O?” His grin remains in place, already knowing what’s coming his way.
“How about you pay Miss Principal a visit. Take some flowers or even a cake, hell, I don’t fucking care, just something. Kindly remind the woman that we’re on her side and help fund that school’s projects.”
“And if she decides not to listen?” He grins broadly enough to show teeth. Blaze no doubt loves this idea.
With a huff, I reply sarcastically, “Then fucking her into submission would be my next move, but what the fuck do I know about what women need.”
He snorts. “We’re a bunch of sexist pigs to her; I’m sure of it.”
“She’s probably used to a bunch of pussy ass beta man-bitches and hasn’t had a full-sized cock in her life. Go show her we aren’t so bad, that we enjoy pussy on our heads too.”
“And I’m tall too, so there’s that; I can hang pictures and reach shit in cabinets,” he mutters absently.
We all bust out laughing; he’s been around way too many women if that comes to mind. Princess has whipped his ass into shape, being her personal security all the time. He tosses his drink back in one gulp, so I move on. “That’s settled. How was the last transport?”
Sinner sits forward. “It went smooth. Ares sent 2 Piece with me to deliver the explosives.” One thing my brother has done right over the years is becoming as close to Ares as he has. Ares is the other Oath Keepers’ chapter president in this area. Having 2 Piece assisting with the weapons is smart as well. He’s in good with the Russians and knows his weapons. With him handling that side, you won’t have to worry about getting ripped off or shot or both.
“Why in the fuck do the Chicago MC need explosives run in the first place?” Chaos wonders aloud. He wasn’t here for that meeting, so I understand his confusion.
“Chicago chapter was taking them the rest of the way up to New York.”
“New York?” Chaos echoes.
“From what’s been passed through the grapevine, I guess there’s a war brewing in New York. The Italians and Irish are at each other’s throats again. The famous Vendetti family is keen on taking over New York, even the small parts the Irish like to claim. You know Italians, always wanting to be at the top of the food chain.”
He whistles. “Not good.”
“Not at all. The Russians are cool with the Italians right now, and one of them is also really close with the head of the Irish mob. If they aren’t careful, they could end up stuck right in the middle of the entire blow up.”
“Fuck,” the older brother mutters and shakes his head.
My thoughts exactly. We do a lot of business with the Russians and with the Italians in Chicago. This is not a war I want our club to be dragged into eventually. There are way too many key players involved that there’s a chance none of us would come out on the other side. Hopefully the fuckers wise up sooner rather than later.
“When’s the next shipment?”
Sinner’s charcoal gaze lands on mine. “Nomads are riding hot through Canada with our trucker as we speak. They should be at the border in four hours. Chicago chapter is meeting them to pick up half of the load then they’ll be back here in about two days’ time. We’re moving right on schedule.”
I release a breath as some tension I was holding onto finally begins to leave my shoulders. I’m so damn glad this was all in motion before I put Viking out on his ass. Hopefully, he’ll be back before the next delivery needs to be set up. I don’t know if his contact would work with me alone. Maybe if Exterminator vouches for me. The Nomads know I would never betray my brother or the club. MC life has been ingrained into me my entire life, first from Jekyll and then from my brother.
“Good. Keep on top of it,” he grunts, sitting back but I’m not finished with him just yet. “Spider’s tracking the rig, right?” He’s still a Nomad with Exterminator, but his home away from the road is here and he helps with everything technical. We never would’ve taken the Iron Fist’s MC down without him, that’s for sure. The fucker’s smart, way smarter that most of the brothers realize.
“Spidey’s on it, brother. If anything happens, I’ll go after the motherfuckers myself if needed.”
Saint grins manically, “And I’ll ride with Sin. I could use a new sacrifice.”
A few of us snort and Chaos chokes on his shot. Every brother at the table’s witnessed the way Saint “sacrifices” and it’s enough to shake the worst of us up. The fucker is full-blown crazy train when he starts feeling cooped up. Even his ol’ lady, Jude, can’t calm that side of him, not that she really wants to anyhow. I swear the bitch is twisted when it comes to her men, Saint and Sinner.
“That’s settled then.” I clear my throat, rubbing my sweaty palms down my jeans. I’ve held church for my brother before, but this is different. In the past, it’d been with Viking’s blessing because he was on the road; this time, it’s for the benefit of the club. “Moving on, Vike had previously brought up opening the doors to potential prospects.”
“Good, I won’t have to clean the bar up after you fuckers,” Blaze comments.
“If you have someone in mind, this week will be the time to bring them by.”
Nightmare rumbles, “You don’t think we should wait for Prez to be back on this? He’ll rip out your ass, kid, if he’s not happy about it. Then he’ll most likely kill the sorry fucker who’s trying to prospect.”
Mercenary speaks up, his arm muscles bulging with them crossed tightly over his wide chest. The guy’s built like a fucking tank. He doesn’t take any shit either, fit right in when he transferred from the Chicago chapter. “Then we’ll have to sway the Prez. Odin has every right to continue with club business.”
Night glares at the younger man a few seats down. Torch and I sit on either side of my brother, but Nightmare is right in the next spot, per the food chain around here. I may be the VP and Torch my brother’s oldest friend, but Nightmare has the closest current friendship to Viking out of anyone at the table. “I fuckin’ know that, Merc. Keep in mind, I’ve been riding with his stubborn ass a lot longer than you. We all know if Prez is pissed when he comes in, he’ll clean house. The first motherfucker to go will be the new guy.” He tilts his head at the last part.