them to go grab food while we talked.
“So her family suddenly inherited a bit of cash from the Hell Breathers?”
“Half a million,” he answers, and Sledge whistles low and loud.
“Thought we were the only ones hauling in enough cash to drop that much on something as pointless as this,” Sledge says while shaking his head.
Benny is apparently making more money than we thought if he can spend half a mill on a gift for us.
“No way this girl doesn’t have strings. I say we cut her loose now and deal with Benny,” Dash says, running a hand over the spiky blue tips of his short fauxhawk.
“Not happening. Pop doesn’t want to start a war. We could lose some of our allies, and we might gain more enemies. He wants proof Benny is up to something, so that when we start a war, no one thinks it’s a power struggle. It has to look like vengeance to keep anyone from getting antsy.”
They all nod, agreeing. Too many clubs would likely come after us if they thought we targeted Benny’s club and then obligated his crew to fight back. They’d be worried they were next, so that would mean Benny would be rewarded with more allies, and we’d gather more enemies.
Maybe that’s his game.
Not to mention all the damn street gangs that are in the outlying bigger cities who would get worried about us trying to take over and kill for power. The drug and gun trade is more lucrative than ever, but it’s also more dangerous than ever.
“So we keep the girl and find out what Benny is up to?” Mack asks, leaning forward.
I don’t like the look he’s giving the door to my room. He’s usually at Pop’s place, not here. He tends to forget to show me respect.
“ We don’t keep the girl. I keep the girl. No one else is to touch her.”
He scowls as I check my watch. Just a few more minutes. We have to get this wrapped up before she comes down.
“Hurry up and run through the worry list. Just like with all the girls that come over or work for us, we only talk legit shit in front of her.”
They all nod in agreement, and Snake leans forward. “We got ten of the cars done today. Harrison is coming by to take a look tomorrow. He’ll bring the other half of the payment. Should we be worried about doing this with the Feds hanging around?”
I shake my head, propping my elbows up on my knees. “We’re only using a couple of kilos for the demonstration. We can flush that quickly with no problem. If the feds try coming in, they won’t find our basement garage. Besides, they don’t have shit for a warrant or they would have already come in.”
They nod, and I continue.
“We’ll use the new underground passage to get our clients through to the tip of the city. They’re driving in with blacked-out tint, so no one will know how many men came in. As for the nosy Feds, they’ll see the same number of cars leaving that came in.”
Sledge chuckles to himself while nodding. “Pretty fucking brilliant. Can’t help but love your mind. Herrin’s gonna be proud of that passage idea.”
I just smirk. Pop knows about the passage but he doesn’t know where it goes. This is my place and my business. He just reaps a chunk of the rewards. Axle speaks up, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“The strip club had Feds in it today. Liza watched them. One of them paid Jasmine over three-hundred dollars in lap dances to question her. She never gave them anything but the run-around. Finally, Liza told them they’d reached the limit, and the other guy sat down and started flaunting cash, saying he hadn’t gotten a dance yet. These guys are ballsy. I’ll give them that. Why didn’t your FBI informant warn you about them doing this shit?”
“A new set of guys were put on us and the Hell Breathers,” I grumble. “My informant is having to work twice as hard to catch tips now. It’ll take him a while to work his way in. I just found out this morning, since it’s a little hard for him to make regular calls to me.”
“Shit,” Sledge
“So her family suddenly inherited a bit of cash from the Hell Breathers?”
“Half a million,” he answers, and Sledge whistles low and loud.
“Thought we were the only ones hauling in enough cash to drop that much on something as pointless as this,” Sledge says while shaking his head.
Benny is apparently making more money than we thought if he can spend half a mill on a gift for us.
“No way this girl doesn’t have strings. I say we cut her loose now and deal with Benny,” Dash says, running a hand over the spiky blue tips of his short fauxhawk.
“Not happening. Pop doesn’t want to start a war. We could lose some of our allies, and we might gain more enemies. He wants proof Benny is up to something, so that when we start a war, no one thinks it’s a power struggle. It has to look like vengeance to keep anyone from getting antsy.”
They all nod, agreeing. Too many clubs would likely come after us if they thought we targeted Benny’s club and then obligated his crew to fight back. They’d be worried they were next, so that would mean Benny would be rewarded with more allies, and we’d gather more enemies.
Maybe that’s his game.
Not to mention all the damn street gangs that are in the outlying bigger cities who would get worried about us trying to take over and kill for power. The drug and gun trade is more lucrative than ever, but it’s also more dangerous than ever.
“So we keep the girl and find out what Benny is up to?” Mack asks, leaning forward.
I don’t like the look he’s giving the door to my room. He’s usually at Pop’s place, not here. He tends to forget to show me respect.
“ We don’t keep the girl. I keep the girl. No one else is to touch her.”
He scowls as I check my watch. Just a few more minutes. We have to get this wrapped up before she comes down.
“Hurry up and run through the worry list. Just like with all the girls that come over or work for us, we only talk legit shit in front of her.”
They all nod in agreement, and Snake leans forward. “We got ten of the cars done today. Harrison is coming by to take a look tomorrow. He’ll bring the other half of the payment. Should we be worried about doing this with the Feds hanging around?”
I shake my head, propping my elbows up on my knees. “We’re only using a couple of kilos for the demonstration. We can flush that quickly with no problem. If the feds try coming in, they won’t find our basement garage. Besides, they don’t have shit for a warrant or they would have already come in.”
They nod, and I continue.
“We’ll use the new underground passage to get our clients through to the tip of the city. They’re driving in with blacked-out tint, so no one will know how many men came in. As for the nosy Feds, they’ll see the same number of cars leaving that came in.”
Sledge chuckles to himself while nodding. “Pretty fucking brilliant. Can’t help but love your mind. Herrin’s gonna be proud of that passage idea.”
I just smirk. Pop knows about the passage but he doesn’t know where it goes. This is my place and my business. He just reaps a chunk of the rewards. Axle speaks up, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“The strip club had Feds in it today. Liza watched them. One of them paid Jasmine over three-hundred dollars in lap dances to question her. She never gave them anything but the run-around. Finally, Liza told them they’d reached the limit, and the other guy sat down and started flaunting cash, saying he hadn’t gotten a dance yet. These guys are ballsy. I’ll give them that. Why didn’t your FBI informant warn you about them doing this shit?”
“A new set of guys were put on us and the Hell Breathers,” I grumble. “My informant is having to work twice as hard to catch tips now. It’ll take him a while to work his way in. I just found out this morning, since it’s a little hard for him to make regular calls to me.”
“Shit,” Sledge
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