“Nope, Monica and Tabitha have both quit. They seem to think it was okay to go against our rule of no drugs. Amethyst saw them both shooting up in the bathroom,” Tracker sneers. He may have something against Amethyst, but he knows just as much as I do that the woman is unable to lie. And that for me is saying something. I find all women are full of shit and lie through their teeth.
Take Boss, for instance, she fucking used me to try and get intel instead of fucking working with me like we were supposed to. That’s what an alliance is supposed to be for. Or at least in my eyes, it is. So instead of her and I speaking, we let our VPs handle all communications. Shit, just bringing her name up even in my head pisses me the hell off.
Like I’ve always said, women are good for one thing, and that’s fuckin’ them. How my son Horse lucked out with a woman like Kenny is beyond me. She and Cleo are the only ones I’ve ever allowed into my heart. The rest of them are nice enough to me, but they’re just my brothers’ ol’ ladies and have my respect until they fuck up.
“Isn’t the manager testing these bitches regularly?” Blaze growls. If people think I’m bad, they should get to know him. My brother is far worse with trusting women than I am. You can thank his wife for that one. She screwed him over when she decided to get behind the wheel and drive off the road with his daughter in the backseat hitting a large oak tree, killing them both on impact.
Internally shaking my head, I focus back on Tracker as he responds. “I think we need to look into getting a new manager.”
“Why don’t we just hire Amethyst as the manager? The woman may only be twenty, but damn if she doesn’t keep her eye on everything,” Coyote suggests.
“We’re not putting that stuck-up bitch as manager. She’d likely run our business to the ground rather than take care of what needs to be done. I don’t care if she snitched on the two strippers, but fuck, she’s like the ice princess from hell,” Tracker grumbles.
“Maybe to you, but she’s nothing but nice to me,” Coyote smirks.
“Fuck you, Coyote,” Tracker retorts.
“No, thanks, VP, you’re not my type. I prefer to have soft and sweet, not sour and bristly,” Coyote states with a sly grin.
“Alright, that’s enough,” I say, intervening before Tracker loses his shit. We all know he’s the only one Amethyst doesn’t get along with. Ever since, she refused to give him a lap dance her first day on the job. Which she doesn’t even do now. Lap dances are off-limits when it comes to her, and I didn’t have a problem with it when we hired her. She draws in quite a bit of money for us as one of the main dancers, which brings me to my point of stopping a fight from happening. “If we make her manager, we would be losing out on a good chunk of cash. However, she’d make a damn good manager. We’d have to find someone just as good as her in order to make that happen.”
“Fuck, you can’t be serious,” Tracker growls, clenching his fist in front of him. At my nod, he slams his fist down before lifting it up and running his hands through his hair. “Fine, we’ll find someone to replace the ice princess.”
“Good. Now, is there anything else we need to discuss?” I ask, turning back to my other brothers. I take the silence as their answer and bang the gavel on the table.
Just as we all stand to go into the main room, a boom shakes the clubhouse.
“What the fuck was that?” Blaze asks from behind me as all of us rush out to find out what caused the building to shake.
With my gun in hand, I run into the main room only to stop when I notice several of the clubwhores standing there looking as if nothing was wrong.
“Where the hell did that crashing sound come from?” I ask them just as the front door slams open with Momma B rushing through it.
“What the fuck are you thinking, woman, coming in here like that?” Bear growls as he strides over to her.
“Oh, shut it, Bear. You all need to get outside quickly,” she says in a panic. It’s a rare sight for her to be this worked up.
Leaving Bear to keep his ol’ lady safe inside the confines of the clubhouse, I head outside with the rest of my brothers following.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Neo says from behind me as we all take in the culprit of the noise. “Who the fuck would run a truck into our clubhouse?”
“I don’t know, but it looks like the asshole is still in there,” Blaze says, pointing toward the front of the smashed truck.
“Shit, come on, let’s see who is trying to fuck with us,” I growl as I round the back of the truck. Glancing through the windows of the back seat, I realize this person isn’t alone. “Blaze, grab the kid on that side while I get this one. Neo, I’m gonna hand the baby to you. Follow Blaze inside and get Ranger to check these two out.”
“You got it, Prez,” Neo says. Out of all the three Prospects we have right now, he’s the only one I trust at my back. The other two either need to grow the fuck up some more or kick rocks.
“What sick fuck would put their kids in danger?” Blaze growls as he pulls a screaming baby out of the back. “At least whoever it is has their car seats locked in right.”
Moving to the front, it takes Tracker and myself to pry the door open. Soon as it’s open, Tracker curses when he gets a glimpse of who the person or I should say the woman is.
“Fuckin’ hell,
