Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,26

fellas thinking?” Engle asked.

Quinn slid his sunglasses over his eyes. “They firm on the price?”

Engle laughed. “Everything is negotiable. They’ve both been on the market for over one hundred days. They’re both motivated sellers.”

“They both need the same kind of work. Knockdown walls. Take the good walls to the studs.” Dyno ran his fingers through his hair. “This place we could make the kitchen the dressing rooms, but I don’t think we would have enough room for private rooms.”

Sledge shook his head. “The funeral home, we have more than enough room for what we want plus space for an office.”

“This is a no-brainer for me. More room means more people in the seats, which means more money in our pockets.” I shrugged. “I’m in for the funeral home.”

Quinn nodded to Engle. “Give us five minutes.” Engle moseyed away toward the restaurant. “Let’s vote.” He nodded to Sledge.

“Funeral home,” Sledge replied.

“Funeral home,” Rhino echoed.

Zephyr laughed. “I was only going to vote for the funeral home to piss off Core, but I’d be stupid to vote for the restaurant. Funeral home for me.”

Quinn pointed at me.

“Funeral home,” I repeated.

Dyno held up two fingers. “My ass is all in on the funeral home.”

Quinn looked at Core. “Think with your fucking head and not your chicken heart.”

Core frowned. “As if it matters what I vote, seeing as the majority is for the funeral home.”

Quinn nodded to the restaurant. “Give me a good reason why we should open the club here, and I’ll consider it.”

Core opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. He did it three more times before he hung his head and sighed. “Funeral home,” he mumbled.

Zephyr pumped his fist in the air. “I cannot wait to fuck around with you on that elevator.”

Core’s head snapped up. “Elevator?”

“I guess your punk-ass should have looked around a little bit more,” Dyno laughed.

“All right. You guys head back to the clubhouse. Dyno and I will start pounding out all of the details with Engle.” Quinn called for Engle to come back over. He pointed to Zephyr and Core. “I want you guys to start setting up Brick’s room. Clean it out of all of the shit in there and start making a list of shit we need to get. Three weeks will be here before we know it.”

Zephyr pointed at me. “What the fuck is he going to be doing?”

“Whatever the hell he wants to,” Quinn snapped. “You need him holding your damn hand or something?”

Zephyr snarled. “Whatever.” He stormed over to his bike and took off.

“What in the hell is up to his ass?” Dyno laughed. “Acting like you asked him to clean the whole fucking clubhouse or something.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “Well, seeing as all the shit we didn’t know what to do with is in Brick’s room and Quinn just told him to clean it up, it is kind of like he’s cleaning the whole clubhouse.”

“Jesus,” Quinn groaned. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

Rhino shrugged. “Most of it can just be thrown away or donated. I can help him.”

“Me, too,” I volunteered. Core was supposed to help him, but having Rhino and me there too would make it quick work.

“This is how the fucking club should work.” Quinn shook his head. “Fucking bitching when you have to do something is going to fucking end. Go help, and I don’t wanna hear any bitching.” He nodded to Sledge. “You help too if Queenie doesn’t need any help with Gunner.”

Sledge nodded. “We planned on grocery shopping while Kimber and Fancy watched Gunner.”

Dyno pointed at Sledge. “Get some of that fruity cereal.”

“Oh, yeah,” Rhino agreed. “And that cinnamon shit, too.”

Quinn shook his head. “Bunch of bikers asked for fruity cereal.”

Quinn and Dyno headed over to Engle, who was talking on the phone by his car.

“How long you think this is going to take?” Rhino asked.

I shrugged. “I think the better question is how many trips to the dump it is going to take.”

I had personally put some of the shit in that room and knew it was garbage.

Sledge slapped me on the back. “Have fun, fuckers,” he laughed.

I grunted but didn’t argue. This may suck, but it shouldn’t take too long. I had plans with Deedra tonight, and nothing was going to keep me from them.

*

Chapter Twelve

Mama needs a drink…

Deedra

“Pumpkin patch tomorrow?”

I groaned and powered off my computer. “Do we have to do that?” I was dreading going to the pumpkin patch to be surrounded by happy little families.

Pat laughed