expect Grace to hang out and keep sweetbutts in line with a new baby on her arm. This ain’t a paid position, so any thoughts on who we should tell the girls to listen to in the meantime?”
“I’d say Wendy.” All eyes turned to him, and Tiny shrugged. “She’s been here a long fucking time. Have you seen her ever get jealous? Start a cat fight? She knows what’s what. A lot of the girls already answer to her anyway, no disrespect to Rose,” he was quick to add on with a nod at Tank. “Rose has the management bit down . Wendy’s got the mom kind of authority. They do what she says and come to her with their problems.”
“Wow,” Tank said, a certain twinkle in his eye even though he wasn’t smiling. “Someone’s been paying more attention to the Land of Women than I ever would have guessed.”
Dismissively, Tiny shook his head. “Whatever. Wendy’s my candidate.”
“I think she’d like the little bit of status, actually.” Fritter nodded, considered, then added, “Yeah, Wendy.”
Knuckles sighed. “I don’t know. Something just doesn’t sit right and—”
“With Wendy ?” Fritter looked to Tiny. “He said it all. She’s been here longer than we fucking have. Could have been someone’s old lady by now.”
“Exactly.” Knuckles was quick to jump on that point. “Young things coming in here for a taste of something wild? They get it, they go on their way and start shoving out babies with the next guy not wearing a kutte. No matter how fucked their situation is that gets them here , this isn’t the goal.” Knuckles was driving a finger down hard into the table to make each point. “Wendy moved right in at sixteen for Christ’s sake, starting out as Mad Dog’s main slam.” Knuckles looked to Jayce, suddenly worried he might be stepping over some kind of line.
“It’s okay,” the Prez said, with some humor. “We all know what Dad was like.”
“Something hasn’t been sitting right with me lately, that’s all.” The club’s main assassin slumped back, hands resting on the arms of the beaten wood frame of the desk chair he’d ended up with years ago.
“Is this still the whole thing with Neenie?” Tiny asked, trying to be patient. The goth-tastic girl had OD’d months ago, and Wendy had been the one to come and get help.
“Neenie said Wendy didn’t like her, never had. And she never took that fucking Oxy knowingly.” Knuckles recited it like a cop being asked to spout off the Miranda.
“So the woman’s been quiet until now, Wednesday Adams shows up and she decides to start slipping drugs to girls?” Tiny shook his head. “That seems really far-fetched.”
“That’s my gut.”
“Then you ate something weird because your gut is off .”
“Okay,” Jayce cut into their banter. “Sorry Knuckles, but I gotta side with Tiny on that. We care about Neenie. We could have thrown her out, but we’re letting her stay, ain’t we?”
Knuckles nodded. Not happily.
“I think Wendy’s the right choice for the reasons Tiny said. She knows the score, basically designed the sweetbutt life in Markham. I think giving her a bit of status is only fair. But let’s talk to Rose,” he added, eyeing up his VP. “If she thinks something is weird there, we reexamine.”
Tank nodded. “I’m good with that.”
“All right. That’s it for now, remember we leave tomorrow at 8am sharp, bound for Hueneme again. And don’t forget to keep those busy social calendars clear. Day after tomorrow we got the grand opening of the Circus.”
There were laughs around the table, and a surprising amount of anticipation. The Red Rebels’ strip club had undergone a major overhaul with Tank’s old lady at the helm. It was a slow process, but the gut-and-glam routine had upped the place’s credit a lot. With the new decor, pimped out to look like a travelling side show tent, and the possibility for rotating talent and theme nights, the legitimate earnings for the club might really start
“I’d say Wendy.” All eyes turned to him, and Tiny shrugged. “She’s been here a long fucking time. Have you seen her ever get jealous? Start a cat fight? She knows what’s what. A lot of the girls already answer to her anyway, no disrespect to Rose,” he was quick to add on with a nod at Tank. “Rose has the management bit down . Wendy’s got the mom kind of authority. They do what she says and come to her with their problems.”
“Wow,” Tank said, a certain twinkle in his eye even though he wasn’t smiling. “Someone’s been paying more attention to the Land of Women than I ever would have guessed.”
Dismissively, Tiny shook his head. “Whatever. Wendy’s my candidate.”
“I think she’d like the little bit of status, actually.” Fritter nodded, considered, then added, “Yeah, Wendy.”
Knuckles sighed. “I don’t know. Something just doesn’t sit right and—”
“With Wendy ?” Fritter looked to Tiny. “He said it all. She’s been here longer than we fucking have. Could have been someone’s old lady by now.”
“Exactly.” Knuckles was quick to jump on that point. “Young things coming in here for a taste of something wild? They get it, they go on their way and start shoving out babies with the next guy not wearing a kutte. No matter how fucked their situation is that gets them here , this isn’t the goal.” Knuckles was driving a finger down hard into the table to make each point. “Wendy moved right in at sixteen for Christ’s sake, starting out as Mad Dog’s main slam.” Knuckles looked to Jayce, suddenly worried he might be stepping over some kind of line.
“It’s okay,” the Prez said, with some humor. “We all know what Dad was like.”
“Something hasn’t been sitting right with me lately, that’s all.” The club’s main assassin slumped back, hands resting on the arms of the beaten wood frame of the desk chair he’d ended up with years ago.
“Is this still the whole thing with Neenie?” Tiny asked, trying to be patient. The goth-tastic girl had OD’d months ago, and Wendy had been the one to come and get help.
“Neenie said Wendy didn’t like her, never had. And she never took that fucking Oxy knowingly.” Knuckles recited it like a cop being asked to spout off the Miranda.
“So the woman’s been quiet until now, Wednesday Adams shows up and she decides to start slipping drugs to girls?” Tiny shook his head. “That seems really far-fetched.”
“That’s my gut.”
“Then you ate something weird because your gut is off .”
“Okay,” Jayce cut into their banter. “Sorry Knuckles, but I gotta side with Tiny on that. We care about Neenie. We could have thrown her out, but we’re letting her stay, ain’t we?”
Knuckles nodded. Not happily.
“I think Wendy’s the right choice for the reasons Tiny said. She knows the score, basically designed the sweetbutt life in Markham. I think giving her a bit of status is only fair. But let’s talk to Rose,” he added, eyeing up his VP. “If she thinks something is weird there, we reexamine.”
Tank nodded. “I’m good with that.”
“All right. That’s it for now, remember we leave tomorrow at 8am sharp, bound for Hueneme again. And don’t forget to keep those busy social calendars clear. Day after tomorrow we got the grand opening of the Circus.”
There were laughs around the table, and a surprising amount of anticipation. The Red Rebels’ strip club had undergone a major overhaul with Tank’s old lady at the helm. It was a slow process, but the gut-and-glam routine had upped the place’s credit a lot. With the new decor, pimped out to look like a travelling side show tent, and the possibility for rotating talent and theme nights, the legitimate earnings for the club might really start
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