Page 27 of Sinful
Old guard. Dangerous in quiet ways.
"Welcome to Florida," Fenrir says, shaking my hand.
"Phantom sends his regards?" The question is careful, testing waters.
"He sends his respect for the club. Said to handle negotiations professionally."
"Diplomatic." Runes almost smiles. "That's more than I expected from that stubborn bastard."
"He said you'd say something like that."
"I bet he did." Now Runes does smile, but it's sharp. "We'll hash out old shit never, and focus on new shit tomorrow. You've been riding all day. Need to settle in, get your bearings."
"Appreciated."
"We've got a room set up for you. Third floor, nice and private. En-suite bathroom, which I hear is a luxury you don't get at Sharp Shooter’s Ranch."
"News travels."
"It does." Fenrir pulls out a keycard, hands it to me. "This gets you into your room, and also into Bubba's through the connecting door on the first floor. Bar's open till two, food till midnight. Help yourself to whatever, it's on the club."
The keycard is the kind hotels use—white plastic with a magnetic strip.
Professional. Secure.
"Meeting's tomorrow," Runes says. "Ten AM, in the chapel. Damon from Reapers Rejects MC Nevada charter should be here by nine. We'll sit down, talk strategy, figure out how to handle this Los Coyotes situation. But tonight, you rest. Settle in. Get a feel for the place."
"Sounds good." A prospect appears—a different one from the gate, this one probably mid-twenties.
"Bodul will show you to your room, help you with anything you need."
Bodul's built like a linebacker, with shoulder length blonde hair and a nose that's been broken more than once.
He's eager in that prospect way, trying to prove he's useful, that he belongs. "This way, sir."
"Just Bravos."
"Yes, sir. I mean, Bravos."
The stairs are industrial, steel and concrete, echoing with each step.
The third floor is quieter, away from the main action.
Four doors, all closed except one at the end.
"This is you." Bodul opens the door, steps aside. The room is simple but clean. Queen bed with a plain comforter, dresser, small desk, window with blackout curtains.
But the bathroom—that's the luxury.
Full shower, not just a stall.
Good water pressure, you can tell from the fixtures.
Towels that aren't threadbare.
At the ranch, we share bathrooms down the hall.
This is practically a hotel.
