Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,25
Dyno. “Is this a good idea, or are you fucking with Core?” he questioned.
Dyno chuckled. “It’s got good bones, and it’s the best of the two buildings. We’re going to look at the other one, but this place has my vote. Ninety-nine percent for the fact it’s more doable. It’s twice as big and the potential has no bounds.”
“And what about that other one percent?” I asked. I had a feeling what that percent was.
Dyno smiled wide. “Because I want to fuck with Core.”
A car pulled up, and the portly man who was our realtor stepped from the town car.
“Dyno,” he called. “I was happy to hear from you. I didn’t know if you would call after I saw the news story about the kidnapped boy.”
Dyno shook his hand. “Thankfully, everything is going good for Gunner and Queenie.” Dyno nodded to Quinn. “This is Quinn, the prez of the Kings of Vengeance.”
Quinn shook his hand.
“Good to meet you, Mr. Prez.”
Quinn smirked. “You can just call me Quinn.”
“And you can call me Engle. It’s an honor to meet you.”
I couldn’t help but think this guy was acting like he was meeting the president of the whole world. This was going to go straight to Quinn’s head.
Dyno did a blanket introduction to Engle, and then, he led us into the funeral home.
“Dyno mentioned what your new business venture is going to be. I know it might seem strange to be here, looking at this specific building, but if you’ve got any sort of vision, you can see why your club will flourish here.” Engle pushed open the double doors and stepped to the side. “Mind you, the building comes as is. So, everything you see will also be yours if you buy.”
Core stepped into the building and pointed to the right. “That’s a fucking coffin,” he whispered.
“Not like it’s being used,” Rhino laughed. “Calm the hell down, Core.”
“This is some bullshit.” Core shook his head and walked back out the front door. “I’ll be by my bike,” he yelled.
“Here’s my plan.” Dyno stood in the middle of what I assumed was the reception area. “All of the walls down here get knocked down. Bar over on that wall. DJ booth on the other side of the room.” He turned and motioned to the back wall. “Stage comes out from that wall and ends in the middle of the room. Plenty of room for a shit-ton of tables and standing room.”
Rhino leaned against the large staircase by the front door. “What about this?”
“Private rooms and the dressing rooms for the girls.” Dyno moved across the room and slid open a large door.
“Holy fuck,” I laughed. “I can tell you right now you will never get Core in that elevator.”
Quinn laughed. “Room for plenty of people or a coffin.”
“Not sure if this will actually be for everyday use, but it’ll be nice to have for when we’re moving shit in.” Dyno slid the door shut. “We have a couple of guys posted at the door, the bottom of the stairs, and by the stage. This setup is more than ideal.”
“I’m all for fucking with Core and just getting this place because it freaks him out, but you think maybe it’ll freak out other people?” Sledge asked.
Dyno shrugged. “It’s not like we’re going to advertise it as an old funeral home or anything. By the time we’re done renovating this place, you won’t even be able to tell what it was before.”
Quinn nodded and stepped toward the stairs. “All right. Everyone wander around. Get a feel for it. We finish up here, check out the next place, and then we take a vote. We need to get the ball rolling on whatever we decide to do.”
Core never came back in, but the rest of us checked out every inch of the funeral home. Besides the coffin, by the front door, there wasn’t much else left besides some furniture. The upstairs was actually a living area that wouldn’t be hard at all to turn into a dressing area and private rooms for dances.
Then Engle took us over to the restaurant, and right away, I knew it wasn’t going to work.
“I think you should have shown us this place first,” I chuckled. “Compared to the funeral home, this place is fucking tiny.”
Dyno nodded. “It’s actually not that small in the way restaurants go, but seeing as the funeral home is twice the size, it’s small.”
We quickly toured the restaurant and met back out front.
“So, what are you