Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,37
jump out of the way as another round of bang snaps hit the floor “—you two,” I’m tap dancing at this point, “—stop bitching!”
Boomer tosses his head back and laughs, gathering a crowd of the rest of the guys.
“Can I throw some, Prez?” Teeth asks, tucking his pliers into his pocket and rubbing his hands together.
“Be my guest, Teeth. It seems they aren’t going to learn to stop bickering no matter how many I throw, so let’s just have fun.”
“Prez, I’m not a part of this,” I explain to defend myself.
“I know. I’m just having fun.” Boomer grins, tossing another handful of fireworks at my feet like he is blowing lucky dice.
“Okay, Prez. We will stop. I’m getting tired. Homer’s bones weigh more than he looks,” Arrow stands on his tiptoes and turns to the side to miss another round of snaps from Teeth.
I give Homer a dirty look to shut him up, and he grinds his jaws together to keep himself silent.
“Aw, I wanted a go at it,” Void pouts.
“Me too,” Nails chimes in.
“Well, I have a few things to say, and then everyone can have fun throwing bang snaps at each other. Conference room. Now. I won’t say it again.” Boomer eyes all of us before heading into the Church.
Boomer is younger than most of the members here, besides Warden and Bane. Some might think it’s odd for a man to be Prez so young, and it is, but he’s fucking proven himself more than other Presidents that have been in the position for years. Everyone listens to Boomer. He doesn’t fuck around, and he isn’t afraid to blow anyone up, so since I prefer my head attached to my body, I head into the conference room and take a seat next to Prez since I’m acting VP.
“Where’s Wolf?” Pulse asks as he pulls out a chair across the table and sits down.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s fine,” Boomer states, taking the seat at the head of the table.
Which means he probably isn’t fine.
Once everyone is settled, Warden closes the door. He and Bane stay in the main room since they are prospects and can’t join in on the meetings just yet.
“Kansas, how did today go?” he questions, plopping his boots on the table.
“Alicia and Kimmy can sleep at night. That guy is fish food.”
“Thanks, brother,” One-Eye gives me an appreciative nod.
“Anytime,” I say happily. “The businesses on the other hand are going to be a bit more difficult. I saw three strip clubs today. Only one agreed to split ownership to give us thirty percent. The rest aren’t interested in selling to us for obvious reasons.”
“We’ll keep working them. Give me the name of the guy who agreed, and I’ll go visit him tomorrow.”
“You got it, Prez. I’ll text you after the meeting.”
Boomer rubs his temples as he takes a deep breath. “Boys, we got a fucking problem on our hands now. No thanks to your new friend, Kansas.”
I straighten, leaning over the table, preparing to defend her.
“And we don’t have problems yet, but it’s only a matter of time. After putting out a few feelers underground, Theodore Winston’s name is not only well known, but he was the fucking man to go to for the best drugs. He was known for his cocaine.”
“—Fuck.”
“—Damn it.”
“—What’s this mean for us?”
“—Are the girls going to leave? We don’t want this kind of trouble.”
One by one the guys speak up until the conversation is loud between everyone, and I can’t understand what they are saying.
“Okay, okay, calm down,” Prez shouts over us, but it doesn’t work on anyone, they only get louder. He digs into his pocket and gathers more bang snaps, throwing them on the table as loud as he can.
“I said shut the fuck up!” he roars after the fireworks pop. His chest is heaving, and he slams his fists on the table, his blonde hair falling into his face. “The girls are safer here. No, we don’t want trouble like this, but it was only a matter of time. Jesus, I swear if I have the luck Reaper has with his members, I’m going to bang my head up against the wall. These girls need us. They can’t go home.”
“Do we know who is missing their drugs, Prez?” Colt asks.
Homer passes a blunt around to Boomer and Prez tilts his head back, takes an inhale, and blows the smoke in the air. “We sure fucking do, boys. We sure fucking do.”