Page 82 of Master's Rise
Falcon and Herman are laughing now. Raid is drinking like they aren’t standing right there laughing at us. Fucking Brothers. Getting to my feet I start walking.
“Where you going, soldier?” Herman yells like I’m a Prospect.
“To run the fucking lake. You better train all the fucking Brothers alike. We’re not fucking pussies.”
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The ride to the steakhouse has my arms vibrating. For the umpteenth time, I wish it were closer, but today it’s because I’m too fucking tired to ride. I don’t think I’ve ever had that thought. Huh.
“You okay, Boss?” Falcon asks.
“Yeah.” I’m not telling them I’m tired. Fucking Raid will get shit for a week for going home. Seren is at training. I like her coming to the office, but today she told me to go home and take a nap when the Brothers told her the new training kicked my ass. Freedom had to throw in too. Apparently, Hade trains more too and Freedom keeps up with him. I walked out on them talking shit about adding martial arts for balance. Like I need more shit to do that will make my body feel like rubber on the spin cycle.
“I need a jacuzzi,” I say to no one.
“I could do that this week. Did you pick it out or a model you like?” Paul answers surprising me. I forgot he was here.
“No. I don’t know anything about them. Can you put it in the back?” My porch is cool and not cluttered. I hate when shit is mashed together and I hit everything just trying to move.
“Under the overhang would be nice, Boss. You could sit out there at night. The lake and stars right there is a nice backdrop.” Jinx pipes in.
“Yeah.” That would look nice. Stifling a yawn, I think I could use a nap.
“So, you want me to pick one or you’ll pick it?” Paul and the questions.
Web helps me out. “I’ll pull it up at the restaurant. He can tell you what he likes. Just make sure it will fit him. He says what he means, so if he says he doesn’t know, you got to narrow it down or give him intel.”
Sounds good. “Yeah.”
“Don’t put it against the house and have a cabinet out of the way but close to hold supplies. Room all the way around so he can move comfortably. Being big is a pain in the ass when everything, including walkways are small. I’m glad we’re out of the old Club. I swear some of the Prospects come from those hoarder houses. The Boss hates shit scattered everywhere.” Brinks knows me well.
Jinx laughs. “You’re still pissed because you knocked into a box in the back hall and it was like watching dominoes fall. When the shit at the end finally landed, he yelled at the Prospects for being inconsiderate.”
“They had shit stacked, leaving a two-foot walkway! You didn't fit either.”
That has my eyes wide open. I shake my head. “Don’t fucking yell in our ears. The Prospects should know better.”
We pull in and I hold the groan swinging my leg. Jesus. Relaxing at the table, I listen to the banter from hoarders to the best jacuzzis.
Web hands me a small tablet. Where the fuck does he keep it? “I like the blue.”
I hand it back and he laughs. “They’re all blue. You like the first one or the big one with the scoop seats.”
“Big. That other one is aqua. It’s deep enough to cover me?”
He hands his phone to Paul. “Yeah.”
“Banks, you need to get Paul a Club card. He’ll be building and fixing shit for us.” Pulling my wallet hurts. I slide my card to Web. “Order that.”
“How much do you want on it?” Banks asks.
I try to shrug and look at Paul mostly because I have no clue. “Repairs shouldn’t be too much, everything is new. Maintenance supplies can be ordered and I’d invoice time.”
Web laughs giving me time to think. “You picked that up fast, giving him info works best.
Sounds right. “Twenty,” I tell Banks.
“I’ll get it tomorrow for him, Boss. We’ll need a crew on maintenance.” Jesus, Banks could have waited for all that. A crew.
