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Chapter no 22

Wreck & Ruin

โ€œBISHOP TOLDย Knight about the change in our meeting point. Theyโ€™ll meet us in Dallas,โ€ Zip said early the next morning over breakfast at the clubhouse.

โ€œWhoโ€™s Bishop?โ€ I asked as I put two pieces of bread into the toaster. โ€œVP of the Coeur dโ€™Alene brothers,โ€ Colt said.

โ€œSo, Zipโ€™s equal of the Idaho boys.โ€

โ€œNo one is my equal,โ€ Zip said, leaning back in his chair and flashing an arrogant grin.

โ€œSaints preserve us,โ€ I muttered.

Colt chuckled. After a good nightโ€™s sleep, he looked rested and alert.

โ€œWant me to rouse the brothers and get them ready to ride?โ€ Zip asked. โ€œI want them here.โ€

Zip frowned. โ€œI donโ€™t get it.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m taking Mia to meet with Campbell. Youโ€™ll greet Knight in my stead. Everyone else stays.โ€

โ€œWait a second. Youโ€™re asking boys from another chapter to come and have our backs, told them to meet us in Dallas instead of here where we can welcome them with a bonfire and party, and now you want me to be the one to greet the president? Respectfully, it needs to be you, Colt. Prez to prez.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve talked to Knight on the phone. Explained to him why I need to speak with Campbell first. He trusts me. And heโ€™s not gonna care. Not with

Rex pussy waiting for him.โ€ I choked on my coffee.

Colt shot me an amused look. โ€œProblem there?โ€

โ€œI wasnโ€™t ready for that word first thing in the morning.โ€

Colt raised an eyebrow and slowly lowered his gaze down my body. My cheeks flushed and my skin buzzed with warmth. Heโ€™d woken me up not that long ago with his head buried between my legs and the bastard wanted to remind me of it.

โ€œWhy am I not sitting in with you and Campbell?โ€ Zip asked.

โ€œThree reasons. One, I trust you to greet Knight and the rest of his boys. Two, my sister will be with you, and youโ€™re responsible for seeing to her protection. And three, Campbell is bringing his wife.โ€

Zipโ€™s eyes darted to me and then back to Colt. โ€œThey do things differently than we do. We never have women sitting in on club business.โ€

I made a move to leave, toast all but forgotten. But when I passed by him, Coltโ€™s arm shot out to wrap around me. Boxer wandered into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of black basketball shorts, half asleep, and not at all aware of the sudden tension that had sprung up between Colt and Zip.

โ€œSomethingโ€™s burning,โ€ Boxer said, sniffing the air.

โ€œShit,โ€ I muttered. Coltโ€™s arm dropped from around me and I rushed to the toaster, but the bread couldnโ€™t be saved.

โ€œSmoke alarm is gonna go off,โ€ Boxer mused.

โ€œSo why donโ€™t you do something about it?โ€ Zip snapped, grabbing the dishtowel from the refrigerator door handle and tossing it at Boxer.

โ€œWhy the fuck are you so grumpy?โ€ Boxer demanded as he began to fan the smoke alarm.

โ€œI want you driving Joni,โ€ Colt commanded, looking at Zip. โ€œReap will follow on his bike. Boxer and the boys will get everyone else to the clubhouse. Darcy, Rach, all the kids.โ€

Boxer wiped a hand across his exhausted face. โ€œLemme guess. Official lockdown?โ€

โ€œYup.โ€

โ€œThis is bullshit,โ€ Zip growled. โ€œIโ€™m still on babysitting duty. Fucking great.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re an asshole,โ€ Joni said from the living room.

I hadnโ€™t even heard her footsteps on the stairs. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and an old gray T-shirt. Her luxurious brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail and the apples of her cheeks were flushed with anger. โ€œDo you think I like having you as my shadow? I canโ€™t even go on a date with a hot doctor.โ€

A muscle ticked in his jaw. โ€œMake the date.โ€

โ€œWhy? So you can sit at the table between us?โ€ She rolled her eyes. โ€œYouโ€™re crazy.โ€ She stalked from the room, but Zip was hot on her heels. A moment later, the back door opened and then slammed shut.

Colt stared after them, his gaze lingering. I shot Boxer a look, but his face was purposefully blank.

โ€œThose two are like oil and water,โ€ Colt said softly with a shake of his head. โ€œI was thinking we could head out later this morning. Does that work for you?โ€

โ€œYup. As long as I get to wear my new boots.โ€ I grinned. Whoโ€™s cooking breakfast?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t look at me,โ€ Boxer said. โ€œIf it doesnโ€™t come from a microwavable box, Iโ€™m out. And why arenโ€™t you cooking? I want pancakes. Iโ€™m a lab puppy, remember? I canโ€™t take care of myself.โ€

โ€œI feel bad for the woman you trick into falling in love with you,โ€ I said, even as I moved to the fridge to grab the eggs.

โ€œI feel bad for her too,โ€ Boxer stated. โ€œWhoever she is.โ€

 

 

The Rex Hotel was a stunning experience of architecture and fashionable beauty. The ceilings were high; the chandeliers were golden and twinkling; the patrons wealthy and gorgeous.

Colt and I garnered more than a few stares when we entered the lobby. We were leather and ink in a sea of Armani and Chanel. Though Coltโ€™s natural swagger showed the people watching us that he didnโ€™t give a shit about how he looked, I didnโ€™t have the same level of confidence. Sure, I put on a front because I was with Colt, but I was walking across a marble floor in leather biker boots, not Jimmy Choos.

Colt would never be a suit or tuxedo wearing guy. Not even at black tie events. Not that I thought heโ€™d ever be the type to attend a black tie event, but what about weddings? What did bikers even wear to weddings?

I firmly thrust that line of thought from my mind as we strode to the hostess of the restaurant. She looked us up and down, and yet her expression didnโ€™t change.

โ€œMr. Weston?โ€ she said finally with a smile.

Coltโ€™s grin was arrogant. โ€œYes, maโ€™am. Thatโ€™s me.โ€

โ€œMr. Campbell is expecting you. Please, follow me.โ€ She ushered us through the busy restaurant to the back. Opening a door, she gestured for us to enter a private dining room.

An attractive man, with dark hair and cobalt blue eyes, rose from his chair and buttoned the middle suit button of his gray jacket. An auburn haired woman sat in the seat next to him but didnโ€™t move to stand.

โ€œThank ye, Janet,โ€ he said, his voice thick and husky with a Scottish brogue.

โ€œWill that be all, Mr. Campbell?โ€ โ€œAye.โ€

Janet left and shut the door.

My eyes darted between Mr. Campbell and the woman who had taken her time rising from her chair. She was stunning and regal, and though we

were the same height, it was only because my boots put us at eye-level. Her auburn hair hung in loose waves about her shoulders, her white, asymmetrical gown more suited for a gala than a sit-down dinner.

As if noticing my hesitation, her smile widened in a show of genuine welcome. She came toward me, hand held out. โ€œHi, Iโ€™m Barrett.โ€

Her lack of formality surprised me. Taking her palm, I gripped it. โ€œNice to meet you. Iโ€™m Mia.โ€

โ€œI love your boots,โ€ she said, eyeing the studded footwear Colt had bought me. โ€œThey look like theyโ€™re made for stomping on hearts.โ€

I laughed. โ€œI feel very under dressed.โ€

She dismissed my statement with a nod of her queenly head. โ€œKnowing Colt, he wouldnโ€™t be caught dead wearing a suit.โ€

โ€œYour wife knows me well, Campbell,โ€ Colt drawled.

Campbell grinned and looked at me. โ€œItโ€™s good to meet you, Mia. Call me Flynn.โ€

โ€œHow are the boys?โ€ Colt asked Barrett.

โ€œDriving us both to drink,โ€ she said with a wink. She turned to me and explained, โ€œWe have three boys under the age of five.โ€

โ€œThat sounds like a handful,โ€ I said. I tried to hide my astonishment. The woman standing in front of me hadย threeย children? I never wouldโ€™ve guessed it judging by her trim, elegant figure.

Flynn pulled Barrett to his side and draped an arm around her. She placed her left hand on his chest, and I immediately noticed that her wedding band was demure and elegant. These people, despite the hotel empire they ran, were not gaudy and I began to relax.

โ€œWhat, you donโ€™t say hello to me anymore?โ€ Colt asked as he raised an eyebrow at Flynn.

Flynn rubbed his jaw, pretending not to smile. โ€œIf I jumped into your arms, could you catch me?โ€

โ€œLetโ€™s find out,โ€ Colt shot back.

โ€œLetโ€™s not,โ€ Barrett interrupted.

Flynn let go of his wife and then approached Colt. The two men stared at each other for a moment before they engaged in a manly bro hug.

โ€œYou look well,โ€ Flynn said, peering at Colt a moment before shifting his gaze to me. โ€œAre you keeping this one in order?โ€

โ€œAs much as Barrett keeps you in order, Iโ€™m sure,โ€ I quipped, causing laughter to ring out.

Flynn waved us all to the set table. White china, white tablecloth, goblets trimmed with gold.

Colt surprised me by helping me with my chair. I gazed up at him in astonishment.

Leaning down, he whispered, โ€œI can be a gentleman if I need to be.โ€ โ€œPlease, donโ€™t ever be a gentleman,โ€ I replied, reaching up to touch his

cheek. Turning my attention back to the other occupants, I froze. Barrett and Flynn were both staring at us.

Colt took his seat next to me and then placed the black linen napkin across his lap.

โ€œYour boys arrived,โ€ Flynn said. โ€œTheyโ€™re currently drinking some of my best scotch in the club.โ€

โ€œClub? What club?โ€ I asked.

โ€œThereโ€™s a burlesque club attached to the hotel,โ€ Flynn explained. โ€œThereโ€™s also a rooftop Whiskey Roomโ€”but I think thatโ€™s better suited for later this evening when you want discuss business.โ€

โ€œYou brought your sister to Dallas for a night out and now sheโ€™s stuck with a bunch of rowdy bikers in a burlesque club?โ€ I glanced at Colt. โ€œHow is that a good idea?โ€

โ€œSheโ€™ll be fine.โ€

โ€œYou didnโ€™t tell me he was bringing his sister,โ€ Barrett said, looking to her husband.

His gaze swiveled to her. โ€œI didnโ€™t know I was supposed to.โ€

โ€œJoniโ€™s fine,โ€ Colt stated.

โ€œIโ€™m checking on her after dinner,โ€ I said. โ€œBesides, I want to see this burlesque club.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll be glad to show it to you,โ€ Barrett said.

โ€œWhat rare delicacy are you going to force me to eat?โ€ Colt demanded. โ€œDuck,โ€ Barrett announced.

โ€œDid Duncan shoot it?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ Flynn replied, amused.

โ€œDuncan is Flynnโ€™s best friendโ€”and surrogate brother,โ€ Barrett said. โ€œWho happens to also be married to my best friend.โ€

โ€œTight knit family, huh?โ€ I asked. โ€œVery,โ€ Barrett said with a wink.

โ€œHow is Duncan? And Ash,โ€ Colt added. โ€œGood. Got their hands full with the bairns.โ€ โ€œAnd Ramsey? Howโ€™s he doinโ€™?โ€

โ€œRamsey is Ramsey.โ€ Flynn shrugged. โ€œRamsey is?โ€ I pressed.

โ€œDuncanโ€™s younger brother,โ€ Flynn said to me.

โ€œIs it too late to ask for a diagram of the family tree?โ€

Barrett laughed. โ€œItโ€™s hard when you donโ€™t have faces to go with the names.โ€

There was a knock on the door and Flynn called out, โ€œCome in.โ€

The door opened and two servers in formal clothing pushed in a cart. โ€œButternut ginger soup with a crรจme fraรฎche garnish,โ€ one server said as

his companion poured a light, almost clear white wine. โ€œEnjoy.โ€

They took the cart and left, closing the door after them. I took a moment to savor the soup, noting that Flynn wasnโ€™t eating. Neither was Colt.

Barrett caught my eye and winked. I smiled at her. โ€œSo,โ€ Flynn began. โ€œShould we get down to it?โ€

โ€œYeah,โ€ Colt agreed.

Flynnโ€™s eyes slid to mine and then back to Colt. โ€œDo you want to have this conversation in front of her?โ€

โ€œMiaโ€™s got my ink,โ€ Colt explained. He gestured with his chin to Barrett. โ€œYou have your wife sit in on meetings.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve come to appreciate her council,โ€ Flynn said, his brogue thick. Barrett rolled her eyes but said nothing.

โ€œThis shit involves Mia. I told you some of it on the phone.โ€ โ€œAye.โ€ Flynn nodded. โ€œGo on.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve got a big fucking problem.โ€

โ€œBig, like you need an influx of illegal arms to fight someone, or big like you need someone to disappear?โ€ Flynn asked.

โ€œBig, like thereโ€™s a cartel in Wacoโ€™s backyard big.โ€

โ€œWhich cartel?โ€ Flynn asked, his tone blasรฉ like he was discussing the weather.

โ€œGarcia.โ€

I shot a look to Colt but held my tongue.

โ€œWhy is the Garcia cartel a problem for you?โ€ Flynn asked.

โ€œMiaโ€™s former boss stole a shitload of coke from the Iron Horsemen. Their president cut a deal with the Garcia cartel to act as drug mules and move the product through Waco. The best we can figure right now is that Richie wanted Dev gone so he stole from the cartel, hoping theyโ€™d kill Dev and his problems would be over. That didnโ€™t pan out, and Richie wound up dead. Now weโ€™ve got a shitload of coke to deal with that belongs to the Garcia cartel and one very pissed off club president who knows if he doesnโ€™t get it back heโ€™s going to die. Dev we can deal with, but the cartel? Thatโ€™s why weโ€™re here.โ€

โ€œAnd how did Mia get involved if it was her boss who did the stealing?โ€ Flynn asked.

โ€œThe last time Mia saw Richie, she was taking him to the bus depot to get out of town. They stopped at a storage unit. Richie dropped the key in her truck to the storage unit, which is full of the product he stole. We found it a few days ago. I donโ€™t want my boys moving it.โ€

โ€œYou want me to move it.โ€ It wasnโ€™t a question but a statement. โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t get involved in cartel business,โ€ Flynn said.

โ€œRight,โ€ Colt drawled. โ€œYou donโ€™t.โ€ His gaze shot to Barrett. They were speaking in riddles and I wasnโ€™t privy to the code.

Colt leaned back in his chair, feigning ease I knew he didnโ€™t feel. His body was taut and lined with tension.

Barrett looked at her husband. โ€œWhat do you think?โ€ โ€œI think heโ€™ll want something.โ€

Barrett smirked. โ€œNo doubt.โ€ She sobered. โ€œAre you okay with this?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ Flynnโ€™s jaw clenched. โ€œBut I donโ€™t see another option. Itโ€™s only a matter of time before the Garcias expand. That could be bad for our business.โ€

What business was Flynn talking about? Clearly not the hotel business.

And why was Colt asking Flynn to deal with the storage unit full of coke?

Who was Flynn Campbell?

Because he sure as shit wasnโ€™t just a hotel mogul.

Our conversation was cut off by another knock on the door, this time for the servers to clear our dishes and deliver the duck entrรฉe. I noticed that neither Flynn nor Colt had touched the soup. Barrettโ€™s bowl was empty. Clearly this sort of talk didnโ€™t affect her appetite.

Once we were in private again, Flynn spoke, โ€œBarrett will reach out to Mateo Sanchez.โ€

โ€œI promise nothing,โ€ she voiced. โ€œBut I can get you a meeting.โ€

No longer able to hold back my curiosity, I asked, โ€œWhoโ€™s Mateo Sanchez?โ€

Barrett looked at me and smiled wryly. โ€œThe most powerful man in Argentina.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re friends with the most powerful man in Argentina?โ€ I gaped at Barrett.

โ€œโ€˜Friendsโ€™ is a strong word,โ€ she answered. โ€œI prefer business associate.โ€

โ€œBusiness associate, my arse,โ€ Flynn muttered.

โ€œHow did that happen?โ€ I asked. โ€œSorry, Iโ€™m justโ€”I have to know.โ€ โ€œMia, I donโ€™t thinkโ€”โ€

โ€œNo, itโ€™s fine,โ€ Flynn interrupted. โ€œYou trust her, aye?โ€ โ€œYeah, I do,โ€ Colt said.

โ€œThen we can let her in.โ€

โ€œWow,โ€ Barrett said in amusement. โ€œThis is certainly a change from the Flynn Campbell I met years ago.โ€

Flynn smiled, showing a dazzling row of white teeth. โ€œIโ€™ve mellowed with age.โ€

Barrett laughed. โ€œYeah, sure.โ€ She glanced at me. โ€œWhen Flynn was in trouble, I went to Mateo for help. Youโ€™ll never hear his name on the news, but no one else has the kind of power Mateo has.โ€

Flynn pulled his wifeโ€™s chair closer to him and then reached out and touched one of her auburn locks.

โ€œWeโ€™ve been in business with Mateo ever since. Much to Flynnโ€™s consternationโ€”itโ€™s been lucrative.โ€

โ€œTheyโ€™re friends even though she says theyโ€™re not,โ€ Flynn stated. โ€œHe sends her a Christmas card every year for Godโ€™s sake.โ€

โ€œHe sends it toย bothย of us,โ€ she countered. โ€œHe addresses the envelope toย you.โ€

Barrett shrugged, but didnโ€™t reply. She picked up her glass of wine and took a drink.

I wanted to ask more questions, but Flynn shifted the conversation to other matters. They talked about their family and the antics their young boys got into constantly. Barrett pulled out her phone and showed me pictures.

It was surreal, sitting and talking with the Campbells, having dinner with them. Like we all werenโ€™t just discussing illegal activities that would send us to prison for life if we were caught. Every so often, I noticed Barrett watching me with a small smile. It was a smile of understanding, I realized.

After we finished our meal, Colt said, โ€œI think Iโ€™d like to bring the boys up for a chat in your Whiskey Room.โ€

Flynn nodded. โ€œIโ€™ll clear it out.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s perfect. You men can talk all you want while I take Mia down to see the burlesque club,โ€ Barrett said.

โ€œGo easy on her, Barrett,โ€ Colt said dryly.

Barrett laughed. โ€œSheโ€™ll be fine. No doubt she can handle herself.โ€

We all left the private dining room to walk through the restaurant to the lobby. Zip stood with a group of men who wore leather cuts denoting them as the Blue Angels Coeur dโ€™Alene chapter.

โ€œWhereโ€™s Joni?โ€ I asked, approaching Zip.

โ€œStill in the club. She saved you a table,โ€ Zip said. He turned to Barrett and grinned. โ€œLook at you.โ€

โ€œLook at me.โ€ She smiled back.

Zip embraced her and then pulled away. Despite Barrettโ€™s expensive clothes and wealth, she was clearly at ease with the rough and tough biker crowd.

I felt Coltโ€™s arm drape over my shoulder. โ€œCome here, I wanna introduce you to Knight.โ€ He dragged me away from Zip and Barrett and we headed to the other side of the throng. A tall man with a mostly brown beard sprinkled with gray and weathered skin from the years on a bike was talking softly to a younger biker with a strong, angular jawline.

โ€œKnight,โ€ Colt greeted.

He turned toward Colt, his hand outstretched, a smile blooming across his face. But just as he was about to greet Colt, his gaze turned to me and he visibly blanched. Even though his beard hid most of his face, I could see the swatches of his cheeks pale.

โ€œKnight?โ€ Colt pressed, obviously seeing the manโ€™s reaction to me. โ€œYou okay?โ€

Knight swallowed and then nodded. He forced a smile and clasped his hand to Coltโ€™s. โ€œGood to see you, boy.โ€

โ€œThanks for coming. The Rex is treating you right, yeah?โ€

โ€œJust had a glass of the best bourbon money can buy.โ€ Knight grinned, shooting me another quick glance.

โ€œKnight, Iโ€™d like you to meet my Old Lady, Mia. Mia, this is Knight, president of the Coeur dโ€™Alene Blue Angels.โ€

โ€œMia,โ€ he said, his voice raspy. โ€œGlad to meet you.โ€

โ€œYou too.โ€ I shook his hand, noting how he held onto mine a little longer than was socially acceptable. I forced a smile and tried to shove my unease aside.

โ€œWeโ€™re headed up to the Whiskey Room,โ€ Colt said to me. โ€œWe should be there for a while.โ€

I nodded, understanding what he was telling me without saying it. It was club business and so I was not going to be part of it.

โ€œBarrett and Flynn have given us suites,โ€ Colt said. โ€œWe wonโ€™t be driving back to Waco when weโ€™re finished.โ€

Which was Colt speak for,ย drink and be merry, and I planned on doing just that.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel Knightโ€™s penetrating stare. I didnโ€™t care for it, so I made my goodbye with Colt brief. I kissed his lips and then slipped from his side, determined to find Barrett.

She was still conversing with Zip but when she saw me, she linked her arm through mine and said, โ€œGentlemen, enjoy your evening. We will definitely enjoy ours!โ€

Barrett waved to her husband and threw him a sassy smile, which he pretended not to enjoy, but even I could see the twinkle in his eye. We went into the burlesque club and I took a moment to stop and marvel at the decor. Old school gas lanterns graced the walls and the stage was lit with vaudevillian type bulbs. The female servers were dressed like cigar girls. An eight-piece brass band was in the orchestra pit and the velvet brocade curtains of the stage were currently shut.

โ€œWow,โ€ I said.

Barrett tossed out a laugh. โ€œI know, right?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s unbelievable. I feel like Iโ€™ve stepped back in time.โ€

โ€œPrecisely the point. Oh look, thereโ€™s Joni.โ€ Barrett nodded with her chin in the direction of one of the booths where Joni sat with a drink.

Barrett and I came over and Joni was out of her seat before we even reached her. She hugged Barrett. โ€œI didnโ€™t know youโ€™d be here! I thought youโ€™d be with the men.โ€

โ€œI think itโ€™s nice for husbands to be able to let loose from time to time without their wives looking over their shoulders. Besides, Iโ€™d much rather catch up with youโ€”and get to know Mia.โ€

We sat down and immediately a server came by to take our drink orders. โ€œIโ€™ll have another gimlet, please,โ€ Joni said.

The server nodded and then looked to Barrett who replied, โ€œThe usual.โ€ โ€œIโ€™ll have whatever sheโ€™s having,โ€ I said, looking at Barrett.

โ€œVery good. Iโ€™ll be back in a moment with your drinks,โ€ the server said and then left.

Barrett leaned back against the leather booth and crossed her legs. โ€œYou donโ€™t even know what my usual is. You may hate it.โ€

โ€œDoubt it. You clearly have good taste.โ€

โ€œYes, she does,โ€ Joni teased. โ€œHave you seen her husband?โ€ Laughing in delight, Barrett joked, โ€œHeโ€™s okay.โ€

โ€œHowโ€™d you meet Flynn?โ€ I asked.

โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m not sure I even know the history between you two.โ€ Joniโ€™s gaze was curious.

โ€œLong story,โ€ Barrett evaded. โ€œToo long, but in a roundabout way, I guess you could say I worked for Flynn at The Rex in New York. Seems like just yesterday, and now we have three children. Time flies, you know?โ€

I nodded in agreement. โ€œI know. Believe me.โ€

โ€œOooh, color me intrigued.โ€ She leaned forward like I was about to tell her a secret. โ€œWhatโ€™s your story with Colt?โ€

โ€œOnly that they were like, instantly together,โ€ Joni said.

I cracked out a laugh. โ€œYou were pushing us together. You wereย all

pushing us together.โ€

Joni looked at Barrett. โ€œShe got inked.โ€

โ€œOh, thatโ€™s right! Let me see,โ€ Barrett demanded.

I dutifully removed my leather jacket and gave her my back. The tattoo poked out the side of my black tank, but Barrett still had to move the strap aside to get a really good look at it in all its glory.

โ€œItโ€™s gorgeous,โ€ she breathed.

โ€œThanks.โ€ She dropped my strap and I turned back around to face them. โ€œYou donโ€™t have any tattoos?โ€

Barrett shook her head. โ€œNope.โ€

The server returned with our drinks. I lifted my rocks glass and sniffed cautiously. โ€œBourbon?โ€

Barrett turned up her nose at me. โ€œSingle malt scotch. Balvenie DoubleWood 17 year.โ€

I snorted. โ€œSnob.โ€

โ€œExcuse me?โ€ she asked, huge grin on her face. โ€œYou are one ballsy lady.โ€

I held up my glass. โ€œTo ballsy ladies.โ€

โ€œHell yes,โ€ she said. We clinked glasses and then she took a drink. โ€œSo.

Joni, have you finally managed to seduce Zip?โ€

 

 

At ten oโ€™clock the performances began. Burlesque dancers took the stage, singing and teasing their clothes off much to the enjoyment of the audience.

I was on my third drinkโ€”trying to keep up with Barrett and failing. Joni was still upright, yet her eyes were glassy.

โ€œThat looks like fun,โ€ Joni said, wistfully glancing at the stage. โ€œItโ€™s very fun,โ€ Barrett said. โ€œI used to perform, back in the day.โ€ โ€œDid you?โ€ I grinned.

Barrett winked. โ€œNothing gets a man to admit he wants you faster than when you entice other males to stare at you.โ€

Joni and I exchanged a look.

โ€œWe were planning on doing karaoke,โ€ Joni said.

โ€œYes, we were. I forgot to ask if you were any good?โ€

She smiled. โ€œIโ€™m decent. I can belt โ€˜Proud Maryโ€™ with the best of them.โ€

Barrett shook her head. โ€œYou need something else, something that goes with the theme of the club.โ€

โ€œI know โ€˜La Vie En Roseโ€™,โ€ Joni said after a moment. โ€œAnd I think Iโ€™ve had just enough vodka not to be embarrassed if I screw it up.โ€

โ€œPerfect,โ€ Barrett said, shooing Joni out of the booth. โ€œCome on, letโ€™s get you a costume and tell the Emcee youโ€™re going to perform.โ€

โ€œHow are we getting the boys to come down here since theyโ€™re dealing with business?โ€ I asked.

Barrett grinned. โ€œEasy. I text Flynn and tell him Iโ€™m thinking about performing. Heโ€™ll rush down here to try and stop me.โ€

โ€œStop you?โ€ I laughed. โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œBecause I promised him I wouldnโ€™t perform anymore.โ€

An hour later, Joni was outfitted in a gorgeous gold sequined costume with fringe and a feather headband that wrapped across her forehead, her face was done up in the true flapper style, and her hair was wavy and pinned back. She waited back stage, not at all showing any signs of nerves.

โ€œShow time,โ€ Barrett said as we retook our booth, which had remained empty the entire time weโ€™d been getting Joni in costume.

Barrett took out her phone and shot off a quick text to Flynn. Not ten minutes later, Flynn Campbell entered the club, followed by the entirety of the Blue Angels.

Coltโ€™s eyes met mine and he immediately came to me while his brothers took seats at empty tables and swarmed the bar. Patrons glanced curiously at the intrusion, but quickly turned their attention back to the stage and pretended they didnโ€™t see the leather-wearing bikers in the upscale lounge.

โ€œHen,โ€ Flynn growled as he stood at our table, peering down at his wife. โ€œYou promised.โ€

She lifted her glass of scotch to her lips and smiled. โ€œDo I look like Iโ€™m performing tonight?โ€

His eyes raked over her. โ€œYou lied.โ€

โ€œHad to get you and the boys down here.โ€ โ€œWhy?โ€ Flynn demanded.

With a chin nod at the stage, both Colt and Flynn turned their attention. The tuxedo wearing Emcee announced Joni and a moment later she took the stage, her hand going for the microphone.

โ€œHow much has my sister had to drink?โ€ Colt demanded. โ€œAnd she better not be performing burlesque.โ€

โ€œRelax,โ€ I said. โ€œSheโ€™s just singing.โ€

Colt growled and slid into the booth next to me, crowding my space. Flynn sat down close to Barrett and I saw his hand glide under the table to rest on her thigh, but his curiosity won out and he turned his attention to the stage.

I nestled into the crook of Coltโ€™s body, having missed his solid presence and warmth for the past few hours. Though it had been nice to be out of the house, out of Waco, Iโ€™d missed him.

As Joni began to croon into the microphone, my gaze wandered around the room. I looked at Zip who was sitting with Bishop and Knight, but his eyes were riveted on Joniโ€™s body.

I couldnโ€™t help the smile that curved my lips.

Knightโ€™s gaze caught mine. He looked at me like he was trying to figure something out, shrewd, calculating.

I didnโ€™t like it.

Turning my head so I wouldnโ€™t have to see Knight, I grazed my lips along Coltโ€™s jaw. โ€œWant to get out of here?โ€

He looked down at me, smile lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. โ€œFuck yeah.โ€

Colt got out of the booth first and then helped me up. Flynn stood and shook Coltโ€™s hand.

โ€œThanks, brother,โ€ Colt said. I could barely hear him over the sound of Joniโ€™s singing, but I was still privy to their conversation.

โ€œSanchez will be in touch.โ€ Flynn then looked to me. โ€œIt was good to meet you, Mia.โ€

โ€œSame.โ€

Barrett, a lot less formal than her husband, climbed out of the booth and embraced me. โ€œOne day, youโ€™ll come to Scotland and Iโ€™ll tell you the story of how Flynn and I met.โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t wait.โ€

She squeezed my fingers affectionately.

Colt all but dragged me from the club, but I forced him to stop so I could watch Joni as she finished her performance.

The applause and whistles were deafening and the audience was begging for an encore. Colt was finally able to get me out of the club, but

not before I caught Knightโ€™s eyes on me again.

A shiver of foreboding slithered down my spine.

There was something about him, something I didnโ€™t trust.

I bit my lip in thought as Colt led me across the marble floor lobby to the elevators. A carriage came almost immediately. โ€œDid you have a good night?โ€ he asked me once we were in the privacy of the elevator.

โ€œI did. I missed you though.โ€

His grin was arrogant. โ€œDid you now?โ€

I rolled my eyes. โ€œDid you get to discuss everything you needed to discuss?โ€

He paused for a moment and then nodded. โ€œWe wonโ€™t decide on anything until I talk to Sanchez. Wonโ€™t touch the product, wonโ€™t move the product. Everything stays where it is until I know what Sanchez wants.โ€

โ€œBarrett says heโ€™s the most powerful man in Argentina. Does that mean heโ€™sโ€”is he head of another cartel?โ€

Colt sighed. โ€œYeah, babe, he is. I donโ€™t like the idea of getting another cartel involved to get rid of the one in our backyard, but what choice do I have?โ€

โ€œWhat about the Coeur dโ€™Alene Blue Angels?โ€ I fished. โ€œWhat about Knight?โ€

โ€œWhat about him?โ€

โ€œYou trust him, donโ€™t you?โ€

He frowned at me. The elevator doors opened and then he was dragging me down the hallway to our room. He pulled out a key from his back pocket and then he was ushering me through the open door.

I didnโ€™t have a moment to look around at the gorgeous decadence because Colt was marching me toward a wall, not stopping until my back hit it.

He caged me in. โ€œWhat arenโ€™t you saying to me, Mia?โ€ โ€œIโ€™m not saying anythingโ€”โ€

โ€œBullshit. You donโ€™t think I know how to read you?โ€ He got closer to my face, his brown eyes peering into my soul and knowing things without me having to say anything.

โ€œI donโ€™t like how he looks at me,โ€ I admitted quietly.

โ€œHow did he look at you?โ€ His voice was a dangerous purr.

โ€œHe was staring at me like he couldnโ€™t figure me out. Not sexual,โ€ I hastened to explain. โ€œJustโ€”I donโ€™t know. There was something in his eyes, Colt. Something I couldnโ€™t decipher.โ€

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