“I’ll repeat,” Tack said. “Chaos doesn’t want anything to do with the porn trade.”
“Then don’t produce porn,” Valenzuela spat. “Sell the equipment and the buildings. I don’t care.”
That last was a lie.
He cared a lot.
Fuck, this was totally righteous.
“We don’t want shit to do—” Tack started.
“Dad,” Rush said low.
Tack swung his head back to Rush.
Rush gave him a look that said, Rebel.
And this was about Rebel.
This was about Sixx and D and Maddox giving Rebel a huge fucking present.
“Right,” Tack murmured. Back to Valenzuela. “Lookin’ forward to that paperwork.”
Valenzuela made a move with his head that looked like a spasm.
Rush clenched his jaw to stop from laughing.
Valenzuela moved to stand. “Now I think we’re done.” He dipped his chin. “Gentlemen.”
“A second, Benito,” Knight called.
Valenzuela paused.
“You got a delivery to make. Mamá Nana’s. By noon tomorrow,” Knight told him.
This made Valenzuela look sick to his stomach.
“Consider it done,” he bit out.
“I’ll consider it done when I hand that money to Fury,” Knight replied.
Another head spasm before Valenzuela jerked around, stalked to the door, opened it with more force than was necessary, and they heard Daisy call, “But, Benito. I haven’t popped the popcorn yet for movie time.”
Rush had to hand one thing to the man.
He didn’t miss a step as he disappeared out the door.
Daisy’s distinct laughter that sounded like bells was not drowned out even if the glass door to Ally’s conference room had swung shut.
“Well, that was short, but fun,” Rhash remarked.
Rush shot him a grin.
Tack turned to his son.
“Rebel feelin’ continuing her career in porn?” he asked.
“No,” Rush answered. “But she’s got a script she wants to make. She also wants me to approach the brothers about a documentary she wants to do about the Club.”
Tack’s expression didn’t change on that, except to look faintly curious.
“And she likes her crew,” Rush continued. “I think if she’s got the facilities, she can put them to work. I also think it’s obvious Sixx maneuvered that for her.”
“Need capital to make movies, Rush.”
“Chaos can shut down Bang, sell that space, the equipment and invest, Dad.”
“I’d watch a documentary about Chaos,” Rhash commented as he straightened his big body out of his chair.
“I would too,” Knight said, already up.
Rush and Tack followed suit. More handshakes. Farewells. Then Knight and Rhash took off.
When the outer door closed on them, Hop opened it back up and came in.
Tack gave him a chin jerk and turned again to Rush.
“A documentary about the Club?”
“She’s gonna hang on Chaos while this all goes down so I know she’s safe, but we don’t have to have a man on her to make that so. Her brothers need to get home to their jobs and their woman. And Rebel wants to be up here with me so she doesn’t want to go with them. She’ll film shit when she’s hanging around.”
“Safer down there,” Tack muttered as Hop walked into the room.
“Nowhere is safer than Chaos,” Rush replied.
“That didn’t take long,” Hop butted in.
“Brief when we get back,” Tack told him.
Hop nodded.
Daisy stuck her head in.
“Anyone wanna watch a movie?” she asked.
“Hell no,” Rush answered.
“Fuck no,” Tack answered.
“What movie?” Hop asked as answer.
Daisy let out another of her ringing-bells laughs.
Eight thirty that night . . .
“Come back, bring your man, hit a hog roast,” Rush invited Sixx as they all stood outside the security area at DIA, Rush saying goodbye to Sixx, giving Rebel time to say her goodbyes to Diesel and Maddox.
“Seems I’ll have an active social agenda when I’m back in the Mile High City,” Sixx replied with an amused smile.
“Club’s indebted to you, Sixx,” Rush said in all seriousness. “Way he’s used women to get fat and sassy over the years, poetic justice he got taken out of the game by two of them. Only way it doesn’t hurt, Chaos didn’t get that honor. Still, it’s a relief it’s done, so anything you need we can get you, you call on us.”
“I’m mostly out of the game, Rush. Only take on special jobs like this one. But I’ll bear that in mind.”