Page 92 of Roses Are Dead
Jackson held his hand over his mouth and muttered, “How much have you spent on the hookers upstairs?”
“That’s different and you know it. Hell, you were once the best customer up there.”
Jackson frowned. “That was then. Listen, I want to get home to my wife. Maybe I can squeeze at least one orgasm out of her before I have to come back and listen to you assholes ruin my club.”
“Ain’t your club anymore, old man,” I joked.
“Who you calling old?”
“You.” Wolf laughed with me.
“I ain’t old.”
Jackson’s protests wouldn’t fly.
“Your daughter drives,” I pointed out.
“Hell, she dates.”
Wolf’s statement was met with a squinted glare. Slowly and grimly Jackson asked for the impossible. “Who? I need names, addresses, next of kin…”
“We’re not helping you off a teenager.”
“Which teenager?”
I traded a look with Wolf to see if he was going to back me up or not. There was no way would I rat Zoe out. The fact that she was doing normal teenage shit was a blessing. And Wolf knew where I stood on that hill.
Wolf slapped Jackson’s arm. “We’re just giving you shit.”
“I need a name,” He growled.
“You need to get laid. Go home. Otherwise, you’re going to miss your window.” We had about two hours before church. With the drive, Zoe, and just Jackson and Kate being who they were, he’d be late.
“Fuck all of you. Twenty grand, Bear. Or I will not endorse your promotion.” He tapped a finger on my chest and slipped back inside. The spot where he’d touched hurt.
I turned to my president. “You told him?”
“I had to. That’s his job.”
“To meddle in our shit?”
Wolf shrugged. “What else is he going to do? It ain’t like he’s got a club to boss around anymore.”
“He’s got twenty clubs.” And that wasn’t enough for him.
“Go easy on him. We were his first.”
Damn it. I caught Wolf’s arm before he followed Jackson. “I’ll fill you in on the whys of things after the meeting, okay?”
His eyes met mine. “There are whys?”
I nodded.
“Anything that’s going to bite us in the ass?”
I filtered through everything I knew. “I doubt it. But it will bite at a conscience or two.”
“You have a conscience?” He laughed, slapped my arm with a grip to the elbow before letting go, and followed his boss.
