Chapter Two
Drake
Rolling the glass tumbler of scotch around with the tips of my fingers, I study the man who is basically shitting his pants in front of me. He’s flanked by Pyro and Razor so, I totally understand how he feels. Pyro is built like a brick fucking shithouse and Razor is just as big. I toss back the last mouthful of scotch and feel the familiar burn as it slices down my throat. Lifting the heavy file in front of me, I kick my heavy boots up onto the edge of the old desk with a thud. Leaning back in the wooden chair so it balances on two legs; I flip the file open, light up a smoke and suck in a deep inhale.
“Trevor, I didn’t think even you would be this fucking stupid.” I eye the weasel of a man who thought he could fucking steal from us. His face is as white as the paper in front of me. I bite back a chuckle when his throat bobs up and down on a deep swallow.
“Mercy, it’s not what you think.” His voice cracks as he pleads.
I hold up my hand, I’m really getting fucked off now at this piece of shit. I open my mouth to say something but my phone cuts in.
“Get this piece of shit out of my face,” I grunt to my man as I reach for the phone.
“Trevor, don’t go too far, we haven’t finished yet.” I growl between clenched teeth, not bothering to meet his eyes before I look at the screen. Prez’s name flashes up.
“Prez?”
“Drake did you sort the shit out?” That’s Prez for ya, straight to the fucking point. No beating around the fucking bush.
“Pyro is keeping him close while I sort through the files.” I breath out deeply, blowing smoke out when I do. “Where the fuck are Shadow and Crank? They’re the fucking secretary and treasurer, they should be doing this shit.”
“They should be there any minute.”
“Good.”
“We need this shit sorted and fast, Drake. So, no fucking around, just get it done.”
The entire fucking statement doesn’t even deserve a fucking answer so, I suck down the anger swelling inside me before I speak again. “Are you swinging by tonight?”
“Nah brother, I still have my cousins kid here.”
“Got it.”
“Now, get this shit sorted, we have other things coming up that need our attention.”
He doesn’t even wait for a reply before hanging up. Taking another drag of my smoke, I flip the phone around in my hand before quickly tapping out a text to Razor – telling him to send Shadow and Crank up here as soon as they arrive.
Looking towards the numerous monitors lining the opposite wall, I watch as the Club Ivy staff start setting up for tonight’s party. Every year the club picks a charity to donate money to and we host a party to collect as much as possible for them. As it stands, Club Ivy is one of only two places we own which is legitimate and we like to keep it that way. Fuckbag, Trevor, thought it fucking wise to not just steal from the club, but to also dip his greasy fucking hands into the money which has already been collected for the charity. He was brought in to run things for us, but after tonight he won’t even have hands to wipe his own ass. And, that’s just for starters. If everything goes to plan, by tomorrow morning he’ll be pushing up fucking daisy’s.
“VP!” Pyro barks out in an attempt to get my attention.
I snap my eyes to his, he fills the whole fucking doorway.
“What?” I grunt before returning my eyes back to the file in my lap.
“Razor is with Trevor, they’re sorting shit out with the bar staff.”
“Good, I want eyes on him all night. Shit is too fucking chaotic right now and I need either Crank or Shadow here to go through the numbers. We need to work out what else this fucker has taken.”
I let my boots hit the floor with a thud and run a frustrated hand through my hair before reaching for the bottle of cheap fucking scotch and topping up my glass.
“I don’t trust that piece of shit, brother,” Pyro spits out. He flicks a Zippo lighter open and closed with his fingers.
“Same, so make sure he doesn’t skip out on us.” I take another mouthful of scotch and relish the burn as it works its way down my throat. I want nothing more than to break this bottle over that piece of shit’s head.
***
I’m not sure how many fucking hours me and the boys have been at this shit, but I need a fucking break before my head explodes. Looking over to the monitors again, I note the party is in full swing. I scan from monitor to monitor, there’s a camera placed in each of the seven rooms which have been set up for a different sin.
“I’m going to go check everything is good downstairs and make sure our little friend isn’t giving Pyro the shits,” I mutter to Shadow.
Crank lets out a low chuckle while still studying the file laying in front of him.
“You’ll be lucky if he isn’t dead already.” Shadow glances up from the file in his hands. He’s frowning, which is nothing new.
I swear, in all the time I’ve known the man, I’ve never seen him smile. Crank is the fucking complete opposite. Pushing to my feet, I stretch my back and cross towards the door.
“Pyro knows the score,” I throw over my shoulder.
“You wanna hope your right, VP,” Shadow mumbles just before I slam the door shut behind me.
I take the polished wooden stairs down to the lower level and nod to Dice who’s standing at the bottom, making sure no one comes upstairs. He rolls a pair of dice in his hand, hence how he got the nickname -Dice.
Looking around, I take it all in. True to the name of the club, there are ivy vines chasing down every exposed brick wall with huge globe lights hanging from the massive ceiling. Glancing over towards the bar, I note the Club Ivy sign in bright neon green lights. It’s in the middle of glass shelving which displays the best liquor available. There’s also a stunning waterfall behind the glass wall of the display.
“Everything good, brother?” I ask Dice when I step up beside him. I notice his long black hair is tied back in a low ponytail.
“It’s about as good as it can get.” He chuckles and I watch as his eyes travel down a pair of tanned legs.
“Head in the fucking game tonight, Dice, we have shit to handle. Stay the fuck away from the Greed room.”
“Don’t worry, VP, my shit is in the game.”. He has a knowing smirk on his face.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I head to the bar. “Scotch straight up,” I tell the guy behind the bar, but he’s not listening. He’s too fucking busy with his eyes glued to a pair of fake tits.
Slamming my hand down hard on the wooden bar, he finally snaps his eyes to me. He looks pissed at the fact I’ve interrupted him but the look quickly vanishes when he notices my cut.
“Coming straight up,” he stammers out while grabbing the bottle of scotch.
“Fucking pussy,” I mutter as he slides the glass over to me.
“Hey handsome.” A woman’s voice slurs next to me.
Seriously? You’re gonna fuck me with this shit tonight? I blow out a rough breath.
“Not interested,” I mutter before slamming back the drink.
“How about I suck you off, it might calm your ass down?” The chick sidles up closer to me. Her too strong perfume wafts up my nose, making my head spin. From the corner of my eye, I see her reach out to touch my arm but I grab it before she can make contact.
“How about you go find somebody else for the night?” I grit out.
I’m looking at her now and notice, not only are her eyes bloodshot, but her pupils are blown. I drag my gaze over her a bit closer – her too tight clothes are stretched across her fake tanned ass and I shake my head with disgust. Looking back to her blown eyes, I turn her arm over and take in the track marks. I drop her arm back to her side.
“Don’t be like that, I’ll make it real good for you.”
I can’t believe she’s trying again. Is this bitch for real?
“How about you fuck off?”
I don’t give her a chance to try again. Turning, I head for the front doors. I need a smoke and some fresh fucking air.
I’m thirty fucking years old and I don’t do the club shit anymore. I don’t mind sitting around the clubhouse and shooting the shit before taking one of the sweetbutts to bed though. It’s just the way I like it - no attachments or commitments, except to my brothers. It’s just less fucking complicated that way and I sure as hell don’t dip my dick into drugged up pussy. Fuck that shit for a joke.
My loyalty is to my club and my brothers who stand beside me. Those who follow the same creed I do since we were patched in. We don’t follow anybody’s rules but our own - we don’t hurt women, children, the elderly or animals. We don’t deal drugs and we protect our territory. It’s that simple.