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“So, you understand the urgency behind getting them the goods they’ve ordered.”

“And how many others are out there expecting similar deliveries?”

“There are a few.” Grant motioned his hand toward the stack of files remaining on the table. “But it’s nothing you fellas can’t handle.”

“When is the Angotti shipment due?”

“Everything you need to know, including shipment, location, and dates and times, is included in the files, and of course, I’m here if you have any questions or concerns.”

“Say we continue down this road...” Prez leaned forward with a fierce expression. “Who’s going to take Bruton’s place?”

“We haven’t decided on anyone yet, but we’re looking into it.”

“Don’t bother.” Cotton glanced over at Maverick, then added, “I’m taking it.”

“Well, I don’t know how that...”

“It’s not up for discussion,” Cotton interrupted. “We went into business with Bruton. He’s gone, so now the business is ours. You either work with me, or you’re gone, too. That’s the only choice to be made.”

Grant inhaled a quick breath, then replied, “When you were President of Fury, you made quite a name for yourself. You were respected by your boys and your community. That’s not an easy thing to do in our line of work. That being said, I would be honored to work for you.”

“That will mean doing things my way. No questions asked.”

“Understood.” Grant seemed surprisingly agreeable. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “And where will you have your headquarters?”

“We’re still sorting out the details on that.”

“Of course. Just let me know what you decide, and I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

“Well, to start...” Prez motioned his hand over to the stack of files on the table. “I’m going to need to have a look at those.”

“Of course.” Grant eased the rest of the stack over to Prez. “Anything you need.”

“We need the details on Friday’s run.”

“Of course.” Grant pulled out one of the files and offered it to Prez. “Mr. Cardelli will be expecting his shipment on Friday at three. The location is in the file, along with his order.”

“And where will we be picking up his order.”

“That’s already been handled,” Grant answered. “It will be ready for you on Friday.”

There was a brief lull, and Prez used it as an opportunity to stand and say, “I think that should do for now. We won’t take up any more of your time.”

“Of course.” Grant stood and smiled, “I’ve truly enjoyed our little meet and greet, and if there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”

We were all slow to move, and justifiably so. We’d just had a crap-ton of information laid in our lap, but as soon as Prez started out of the room, we were quick to follow. None of us spoke as we made our way out of his house and down the steps. Before he shut the door, Grant stuck his head out and said, “Until next time. You boys have a good one.”

Without saying anything more, he closed the door and left us to our own devices. Prez immediately turned to Wrath and ordered, “Call everyone into church. We have a lot to go over.”

Wrath nodded, then took out his phone and started sending messages. He was still at it as he followed me over to my SUV and got inside. I waited until everyone else was in their own vehicle, then led the way back to the clubhouse. As I started down the road, I couldn’t help but glance over at Maggie’s place. I’d hoped to get a quick glance at her, but it was almost nine, and she’d be gone for the day.

I quickly turned my focus back to the road ahead, but it wasn’t long before I found myself thinking about the night before when Maggie had asked me to dinner. I was hoping that she would’ve messaged me, letting me know which night, but I hadn’t heard a word from her. I won’t deny that I was more than a little concerned, but I’d put the ball in her court—again.

Like it or not, I’d have to wait and see if she made a move. It wasn’t going to be easy. I wasn’t a patient man, especially when it came to something I really wanted, and I really wanted her. I was thinking of a way I could get around the whole waiting thing when Wrath asked, “You okay over there?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just got some stuff on my mind.”

“Stuff, huh?” Wrath scoffed. “What’s her name?”

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