Rider had feelers out all over Armado and beyond.
One thing he couldn’t stand was anything to do with peddling sex.
He wouldn’t even allow strip clubs in his town, so a fucking porn production was just spitting in his goddamn eye.
Men who sold sex were the lowest of the low and he’d dealt with many of them before. Bested all of them.
While Rider’s moral compass wasn’t always pointing the right way, he only had to think about the shit his old lady endured to put bile sloshing in his gut.
“Who knew about this first?” Arson posed the question.
The guy was sitting in the middle of the table between Preacher and Tag.
He didn’t match their bigger size; it could be comical him being sidled up with two fighters but Rider knew the guy always held his own.
Even if he looked like week old shit sitting there.
He noted the shaking fingers Arson clasped together and the dots of sweat on his forehead and upper lip.
Rider hadn’t seen him drinking for a while, at least a week when he thought about it.
They held that party the other night for Jed’s birthday and Arson had taken off after fucking two of the groupies outside. He’d never seen the brother turn away empty pussy, ever. Usually he was the man at the front with two bottles of whiskey in his hands, the life of the party.
“Texas.” Snake answered and brought the table to silence.
“He told Snake he was running out that way.”
“More like talking to his cop brother, giving him more ammo to put another MC behind bars.” That hissed accusation came from Capone.
The brother who probably hated disloyalty more than Rider himself did.
It was disloyalty which got Capone’s whole family massacred by Miami’s kingpin. He didn’t have forgiveness in his heart for what Texas had done indirectly to theSouls.
“Far as I know, brother, he was just running,” Snake input. “He saw Grigori’s rides, took a gander around and found the whole set up.”
“We’re gonna trust Texas’ word on this? He’s probably setting us up for that cunt cop.” When Capone got mad, he went all in and Rider set his eyes across to that part of the table. Capone’s almost black eyes were downcast, his hands clasped together in front of him.
“We’re not trusting anyone yet,” Rider informed. “Not until we get the confirmation.”
“Wonder if he’s holding auditions,” Lawless said suddenly knocking his knuckles on the table. His enforcer was sprawled in the chair to the right. The black coat folded in around his knees, his head newly shaved almost down to the skin which made the black ink work turtle-necked around his throat all the more sinister.
He’d had a busy few months had Lawless.
Not only with dispensing of every bull of Grigori’s, that was run of the mill fun for him and Hawk. But his enforcer also had his own stuff to deal with. Stuff he didn’t divulge to anyone, not even Rider, but he noticed all his men and what they were up to and as long trouble didn’t touch his club then Rider didn’t pry. But Lawless’ absences for days at a time didn’t go unnoticed.
“Didn’t know we had any porn stars in town,” joked Preacher, “the former porn addict over there,” the road captain pointed a ring finger at Snake who only smirked back, “is out of the loop now he’s married to a good girl and doesn’t indulge in his hobbies anymore.”
The brothers laughed.
“Who said I don’t watch porn?”
“You saying it’s a date night, you and the librarian?”
Snake smirked and folded his lips inwards. “I don’t kiss and tell, man.”
More laughs and then there was a knock at the door.
Hawk came out of the shadows and shifted his bulk to pull it open and they all saw Dix and Cooper on the other side, they talked quietly to Hawk and then his VP shut the door on the prospects without ceremony.