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“I’ve always thought we should treat them better,” Wrath mumbles.

“Not all of us have an iron will and avoid them,” Midnight teases before looking at me. “Does she have a plan outlined?”

“She’s working on it. Once it’s complete, I’ll bring it to all of you. I just wanted to give you a heads-up.”

“We won’t take it to a vote?” Twinkie asks.

I raise a brow and look at him. “You want to take treating women decently to a vote? Imagine how your mother or sister would react if they just heard that come out of your mouth.”

He looks away, looking ashamed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I think it is.” I sigh. “Look, the problem isn’t in this room. I know that those of you who hook up with the sweetbutts treat them with some level of respect. It’s the men like Jug out there that think pussy is owed to them.”

“Fuck, just the thought of one of them not saying no because they feel like I’d retaliate makes me feel dirty. It’s like some fucked up form of rape.” Trigger frowns.

“Exactly.” I point at him.

“It has my vote. I know Sunny will appreciate it,” Pinky says.

Twitch laughs. “Sunny fucking hates the sweetbutts.”

Pinky rolls his eyes. “She doesn’t hate them necessarily. She just hates that some of them have no respect and try and come onto me from time to time.”

“Alright, next order of business,” I say, cutting them off before they can start going back and forth. “Colt, where are we on our next shipment from Medina Cartel?”

“They don’t want to schedule anything until they meet with us and discuss the issues we’ve been having.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, the room tenses.

“Okay, that’s fine. Get it scheduled and tell me when and where. We can ease their concerns,” I tell him as my gut churns.

“Running for the cartel brings us in a lot of money, and getting on the bad side of the cartel is something you never want. Especially when you’re like all of us and know too much.”

“What about Danworth?” I ask, changing the subject.

“It’s too soon to say if anything came out of taking Natalie to the races. Neither he nor the Renegades showed up, but I know he knows that you're taking her out. Keep taking her out. Let her be seen in controlled situations. Eventually he will snap and make his move,” Trigger tells me.

“He’s playing it cool right now and acting like her being here isn’t bothering him when we all know he hates it,” Wrath adds.

Midnight nods. “No one likes it when their woman moves on.”

“Are we going to patch the prospect in?” Twitch asks, changing the subject.

“What do you guys think?” I look around the table.

“I like him.”

“He’d be good.”

The guys give their approval.

“If it’s alright, I want to wait until all this shit is taken care of. Give him his moment without the cloud of all this bullshit hanging over us,” I tell them.

“Sounds good, Pres,” Twinkie says and the others murmur their agreement.

“Alright, does anyone have anything else to add?”

Everyone shakes their heads. “Then let’s wrap this up. Meeting adjourned,” I say as I slap the table.

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