Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,38

us hanging on his words. Every member is staring at him, waiting for him to drop the bomb, but he takes another hit of the blunt. The embers are orange as the paper burns and the scent of weed fills the air.

“Prez,” I say his name in a way to stop delaying, and he swings his feet to the floor and scoots forward.

He passes the roach to Homer and blows a lungful of smoke in the air. “Lorcan O’Crowely.”

“Fuck,” I curse when I hear the name.

“Who is that?” Void and a few others ask.

Me, Arrow, and One-Eye know who it is. It’s hard not to when we live in our kind of world on the east coast.

“Kansas. Do the honors,” Prez tells me, and One-Eye and Arrow are both wearing the same, dreadful expressions on their face.

I sigh and turn in my seat to look at the rest of the guys. “O’Crowely is the head of the Irish mob in New York City. He’s in deep with cartels. His networking is huge. He has guys in prison working from prison. He has reach all around the world. He kills first and asks questions later. He isn’t like Moretti, the Syndicate Boss in Vegas. He’s much more vicious. The Irish do not fuck around. He is known for his drug empire. He will look for his drugs, and I bet he knows everything there is to know about Violet and her sisters. He’s smart. It won’t be long until he searches here.”

“Why? How would he look here?” Decay questions. “Seems like a needle in a haystack. We are worrying when we don’t have to.”

“O’Crowely has men everywhere. This isn’t the syndicate boss in Vegas who rules fucking Vegas, Decay. This is O’Crowely. He rules half of the country, he supplies half of the country with drugs and weapons, and he doesn’t give a fuck who dies along the way. He will look here, because I bet anything he has eyes here. He has eyes everywhere. This is not fucking good. This is the last thing we wanted.” I run my fingers through my hair and start wondering how the hell I’m going to keep Violet safe. I can’t let anything happen to her.

“You might know him by something else,” Boomer adds, dragging his hand over the smooth tabletop. “The Irish Crow?”

And there it is.

Everyone curses.

“Lucky us. Kansas, you’ll explain to Violet what’s going on and how much danger they are in.”

“Of course,” I answer quickly.

“Why can’t we just give him his drugs and be done with it?” Teeth asks, then leans back in his chair and spreads his arms wide like he has found the answer to the universe.

“Because you’re acting like you’re dealing with a rational man. He isn’t known for second chances. In his eyes, Violet’s dad fucked him over so he will want not only his drugs, but payback.”

“But her dad died in the storm,” Homer’s old voice shakes.

“He doesn’t care,” I finish. “In his eyes, her dad should have been able to handle it, and because he couldn’t, he died failing. O’Crowely doesn’t like failures.”

“He’s going to hate us then,” Prez jokes since we are a bunch of misfits.

A few guys laugh, but it doesn’t break the tension.

“How long do you think we have before we have trouble?” I ask, thinking about all the ways we need to be ready and how I can make this clubhouse safer. I need to prepare the girls and show them some self-defense moves to protect themselves. They need guns too.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were already on his way here.”

When it comes to time, I refuse for anyone to fuck with any of mine. My father took enough from me.

I won’t let O’Crowely do the same.

“So you’re going to go out with him? You’re going to leave us here with people we don’t know?” Veronica scoffs, crossing her arms as she plops on the bed. She’s pouting. Nearly eighteen years old and pouting.

“That’s your fault. I’m not going to miss out on an opportunity to be happy because you feel like being a brat about this situation. You’re the one choosing to be unhappy with the situation. You’re the one being rude to badass bikers. You are. Don’t blame me for choosing happiness.”

I grab a pair of skinny jeans from the shelf and hold them in the air, shaking them at Veronica. “Do you see this? You see these clothes? Scarlett went shopping for us. She did this.