“House of the same size will cost a fortune in Union county.”
“Could always look out near Johnsonville.”
I side eye-him. “And what? Let the support club kids run it? You saw the attitude Eraser had. Besides, good luck getting any of the girls to spend time there. It’s so far out in the middle of nowhere.”
He shrugs. “Fuck that. They go where we tell ’em to go or they’re free to find someone else to finance them.”
“Good point.” Except, it pays to keep the talent happy. He’ll learn. “By all means, say that to Stella and let me know how it works out for you.”
“She’s got attitude because she’s so wrapped around Sway’s dick.”
“I think you have that backwards.”
He scratches the side of his head. “Never mind. You know what I mean.”
A mountain of a man everyone calls Pants lumbers over and drops into a chair across from us. “Been a minute, Rooster.” The SAA for this charter reaches out his hand and we shake.
“Good to see you, brother.”
“How ya been, Pants?” Jigsaw salutes.
“Can’t complain.” Pants lifts his chin at me. “You helping with the porn palace?” Judging by his mocking tone, I’m guessing he’s not a fan of his club’s new business venture.
“Doing what I can.”
He half stands and pulls his chair closer. “Ice tell you he’s got hidden cameras all over that place?”
“I thought that was the point?”
“No, so we can keep tabs on her. Make sure she’s not fucking over the club.”
“I think she’s fucking for the club,” Jigsaw quips.
Pants chuckles. “True.”
Shonda wiggles by in a short red dress on the arm of local brother. Jigsaw’s sad puppy eyes follow them to the bar.
“Easy come, easy go, brother.” I slap his leg.
“Yeah, except I didn’t get to come or go yet.”
“You got a thing for Shonda?” Pants grins and throws his arm wide. “We got a club full of bunnies, brother. Take your pick.”
“Yeah, but she’s…” He turns, searching the room for a second. “Got those nice wide hips and ass.” He curls his fingers in the air like he’s gripping, well, a pair of wide hips. “What’s with all the bony bitches, bro?”
I hang my head. “Jesus Christ.”
“What?” Jiggy leans over and punches my arm. “You like ’em thick too, so shut your mouth.”
Pants roars with laughter. “Bony girls need lovin’ too. Give it time, though. It’s still early.”
Jigsaw elbows me and I’m seriously reconsidering my earlier thoughts about his helpfulness. “Why couldn’t your girl be out on tour with some chick bands instead of that sausage fest?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Then I wouldn’t be so desperate.”
“You’re always desperate.”
Pants cracks up and slams one of his meaty paws on the low table in front of us. “Fuck, I’ve missed you two.”
“Well, why don’t you get your big ass up to New York and visit more?”
The smile slides off his face. “How are you handling things since Z staged his coup?”
“Z didn’t stage a fucking coup,” I reply. Shit, Z was right. Good thing he didn’t come with us.
“No?” He raises an eyebrow. “You were all cool with him coming in and taking over?”
“He didn’t ‘come in and take over.’ He busted his ass to prove himself and win our trust,” I answer with a tad more hostility than appropriate.
“Sway trust him too?”
Fuck Sway.
“Look, I got mad respect for Sway.” Lie. “But he was getting sloppy and it was causing issues.” Truth. “And that’s not me talking shit behind his back. I’ve said that straight to his face.” Also true.
“A-fucking-men.” Jigsaw raises his palms toward the ceiling. “Preach it, brother.”
Pants stares at Jiggy. “Whole club feels that way?”
“Fuck yeah.” Jigsaw glances at me. “The two brothers who didn’t, left.”
Left is a bit of a stretch. Shadow’s in the ground and Smoke hightailed it down to Florida to cause trouble with the other retired Lost Kings.
“Yeah.” Pants rubs his hand over his jaw. “Heard something about Shadow going nomad. He always was a dick, though.”
If you only knew how much of an asshole he really was.
“Tawny’s the one who took it the hardest.” I smirk, sidestepping getting into details about Shadow’s whereabouts.
Pants bursts into laughter, slapping his hand on his thigh. “Yeah, I’m sure the queen bee was all sorts of pissed. Fuck her.”
“Far as I know, Sway supports Z one hundred percent,” I add. This rumor that Z took over our charter needs to fucking die here and now.
Pants shrugs. “Guess if he didn’t, he would’ve taken off