by Grimm Graves himself then I'll have died protecting my family and my club. That's the life I wanna have, the death I'll be happy to have. You get a death out here in the swamp like a fucking coward, your memory nothing but an old story we'll tell our kids about how traitors die. Stinking and screaming."
Rue grabs a bucket and hands it to me, then grabs the second one for himself. The chicken blood and livers fucking stink, King wasn't wrong about that, and when we pour them over Mav's head he starts gagging and hacking up his guts like a fucking pansy.
It takes a matter of seconds for CeCee to come out of the water.
I back up a little, completely aware that I've got some of that stinking mix on my clothes too, and Rue grabs the buckets up to throw them in the truck again.
"You wanna watch it or are you heading back to the club?" Hawk says, a cigarette hanging out of one corner of his mouth.
I shrug and stare as the gator slides on out of the water, her body twice the length of mine and her jaw already snapping at the scent of Mav. I can't think of much worse ways to go.
"I'll stick around with Rue, make sure he's definitely dead and gone. You two go and get cleaned up, head back to the hospital and take over for Hell. We need someone watching Speck at all times. Blood only," King says, and I nod.
We stay long enough to watch the first leg get torn off.
I need that much to get me through another night at Speck's bedside.
Chapter Twenty Three
Angel
My night at The Boulevard is the same as the night before except this time I’m smart enough to take my laptop with me to study while I’m locked in Tomi’s office. I’ve already missed a full day of study thanks to the hospital trip and looking over the club books. I still haven’t managed to get through them all but I’ve made a dent in it.
The Unseen are a very wealthy club.
You’d never really guess it from how rough the guys all are, none of them really scream rich, but the money The Boulevard brings in alone makes my nightly income look like child’s play. The garage that Rue runs is known for custom motorcycle jobs and extremely specialized repairs. They handle all of the classics, the shit people shell out a lot of money for, and Rue is definitely a big earner.
Even the Mugshots bar is raking the cash in.
Add onto that the money they’re very clearly laundering, they’re all fucking loaded.
There’s a few ways to sort the laundering issues out and I’d started making notes about them before we ran out of time and the day was up. When I got into The Boulevard I’d finally had time to grab a shower and Tomi had stuck around long enough to see me in and out of it. When I opened the stall to find him glaring at his phone screen I’d tried not to look shocked at him.
Whatever is going on has him really fucking worried.
He disappears right after that to go look at the new route he’d been talking to his club president about planning. I'm smart enough not to ask a single question about it, but he’s very clear on what he expects from me.
Stay where Axe can see me at all times.
Tell him the second something happens.
Do not leave The Boulevard with anyone who isn’t a Callaghan and sent by him.
The shooting has scared me enough to listen to him and do exactly what he says without question. I mean, Axe is nice enough. He doesn’t ever try to touch me or look at me, he only ever speaks to me respectfully.
He seems just a little bit scared of me.
Well, maybe not me exactly but clearly he’s been told by Tomi to keep a close eye on me thanks to the asset I’ve become to the club. I don’t really get it but hell, I’ll take it.
So I do my first dance and when I get off stage Axe hands me a hoodie, waiting until I have it zipped all the way up before leading me over to Tomi’s office.
“You need anything? I can get Diamond to bring you a drink or whatever.”
I try to hide my cringe. I would never accept a drink from that woman, it would probably be poisoned. “No thanks. I’m fine. I’m