âWeâre not against the idea, Foxx Sr. is out of control.â I stare across the table to Otis Malone, leader of one of our sister clubs, Titans MC.
âThey wonât come easily,â I say back as Otis sparks up a joint.
âI think theyâll come easier than you think,â he retorts, inhaling. âIâve known Aiden since I was nine. He wonât say it outright, but Foxx Sr. has gone off the rails. Heâs making side deals; I know that from my own contacts.â He puts the joint to his lips and inhales deeply again. âClub isnât happy.â
âWhere are you guys at with handling the problem?â his VP, Tyler, asks. Problem meaning the DOS president.
âWeâve got a plan. A solid one. He threatened our families, he wonât be breathing much longer,â Kai answers him.
I nod in agreement.
âWhoâs gonna take over that Blue train once this happens?â Otis stubs out his joint and leans forward in his seat, getting right to the point, knowing weâd never sell Fentanyl, itâs not our game. In the name of good business, I wonât insult him by saying it out loud, but the shit is fucking poison.
âSince you donât want to take it, weâd be happy to.â He grins.
I look at the rest of my men, weâve already talked about this.
âWhen Marco goes down, so will his deal with the K6âs.â I mention another well-known Atlanta street gang he shares his area with. âThey wonât deal with anyone but him. They own the west side, you can take that over, but only if you keep an eye on our clinics and help protect them. There will be backlash. Itâs the best we can offer you.â
Otis leans back in his seat and thinks for a minute. âWeâd expect their backlash but theyâre small time, they wonât fuck with us.â He thinks. âGive us a few minutes,â he says to me.
I look at the rest of my men, we nod and stand.
âWeâll be outside,â I tell him, knocking once on the table.
I know Otis is going to want to talk this over with them. Unlike Foxx Sr., he wouldnât do a deal without the support of his club.
We make our way out of the hall and lean up against the cabin walls.
I blow out a breath. âI hate doing business like this before the plan has been executed.â
Flipp claps me on the back. âWe know, but weâre gonna need their help in convincing DOS to patch over once we take down Foxx Sr.â
I nod just as the door opens and Otis comes out.
He extends a hand. âYou got a deal. Weâll take their share, and weâll help you smooth this over with the rest of DOS once you do your part.â
âAppreciate your help with this, we owe you one,â I tell him, shaking his hand and clapping him on the shoulder.
Otis looks around to the rest of his men. âWe take this to our graves, Pres.â
I nod.
âFuck my life,â Ax mutters under his breath. I turn to face him, heâs putting his phone back in his pocket and he just looks at me and throws his hands in the air âWe gotta go, boss.â
My adrenaline instantly kicks in.
âWho hurt her?â I ask as I start moving, ready to kill someone before heâs even answered me.
Fuck. I knew I shouldâve put a property cut on her, but I didnât want to draw any extra attention to her until after weâd handled the DOS threat. I couldnât risk her safety and now someone hasâ
âMore like who is she about to hurt.â
I stop and turn to face him, letting his words register.
âWhat?â
He keeps moving, I catch up.
âApparently, Chris needs us to help him stop our ladies from knocking out some chick you dipped once and her friends. Chelsea?â
I canât cover the hundred feet I am from her fast enough.
The irony isnât lost on me. I worried the whole fucking time I was gone that someone was gonna try to hurt her, and instead, sheâs the loose cannonâthe loose cannon I just gave a knife to.