and weakness, that’s how you become king of your own castle.
Blade made the executive decision to stop selling drugs. We voted; it passed. Now we’re in the process of making most of our businesses legal after David’s mess.
That left the market wide open. Meaning me and my boy Rip upped our game. We grow our own supply and have two particular strain blends that are hugely popular. We own five medical dispensaries and you can only find those blends at our places.
It’s smart business. I’ve gotten wealthy, though I’m not sure I like it.
It was always supposed to be me and my bike—the open road with my brothers and my guitar.
Simple. It’s what I gravitate toward. The less drama, the better. That’s why I’m the one who takes care of shit when others can’t seem to get it done. Always stay detached and nothing can fuck with you. It gives you an edge that 99 percent of people don’t have or even understand. I don’t allow unnecessary shit in my life.
Money’s the only thing that seems to plague me. It’s like a curse that makes you greedy, sloppy, and turns people into something they never would dream of becoming, yet they seem to fall down the rabbit hole anyway.
“Here.” Rip hands me a joint. His dishwater-blond hair falls in front of his eyes. All the women go crazy for him. He has that surfer boy laid-back personality. If they only knew he’s as deadly as all of us, they might run the other way. Probably not though. Women are stupid when it comes to nailing a Disciple. None of us are nice, or safe.
We’ve fine-tuned ourselves. It’s why we rule the West Coast. We’re the most dangerous MC… because the bottom line is might makes right in our world.
My world especially.
All my brothers have something to lose these days. I don’t. It gives me the superiority the club needs. I’m the vice president and I love every fucking minute of it. That is, besides today, when I have to deal with the Pussycat. Sure, it’s necessary, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. Fucking Edge and Dolly.
“Thanks, brother.” I light up, trying my best to ignore the terrible music exploding from the sound system.
As I inhale, Rip leans over.
“It’s Plain Jane. I think it’s exactly what you need today.” He grins.
Grunting, I hold the magic, letting it burn down my throat and esophagus. He shakes his golden hair, laughing at me.
“Lighten up, Axel. In two minutes, you’re gonna be happy.” He laughs and leans his head back to wink at Porsche.
Exhaling, I yell to the room, “This fucking day… are we starting?”
“Yes, Axel. I’m checking one more thing.” Crystal leans over and I blow the last residual smoke in her face, causing her to roll her eyes and wave that clipboard I’m starting to hate.
“I’m excited.” Rip smiles as he crosses his arms, settling back into his chair.
I eye him and let out a laugh because he does look like he’s excited. He glances at me, nodding at the joint.
“Keep smoking, trust me.”
I take another deep drag, and thank fuck, sweet happiness. I love getting high. Leaning my head back, I let it roll to the right and see Crystal and Destiny in deep conversation.
“What’s the holdup?”
Crystal puts her hand up, displaying her long spiky nails. “Some of the girls are being cagey about their information.” Her voice sounds accusatory.
“Who gives a fuck? Deal with it later. Let’s go.” I motion to the empty stage.
“Fine.” She huffs. “Mac, are you ready?” she yells at him as she looks at her clipboard as if we’re holding tryouts for a Broadway show.
“I’ve been ready, bitch,” he snarls loudly into the microphone. She whips her dyed red hair around and flips him off.
“Clearly I’m the only professional here,” she mumbles, shooting Mac and me a death stare.
“Jewel, you’re up.” A medium-height blonde scurries onto the stage and over to the pole.
“Finally.” I light up again, praying this will help me survive the next couple of hours. Fuck that. Let’s be real—I need to get through the next two weeks.
Song after song, legs and asses twirl around the pole. Tits and pussies blend together. Crystal leans over and I smile because I’m still high and we must be at the end by now.
“So, this last one is an iffy. Her info is all wrong.”
I nod because I don’t care. “Whatever, let’s do this.”
She rolls her eyes again and waves her hand for DJ