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Besides us running guns for Emery’s father, we have two legit businesses. Royal Racks and Royal Toppers. We keep Royal Racks completely clean. Royal Toppers however isn’t. There are three levels to this bar. On the ground level there’s your regular topless bar. Our waitresses are only required to wear nipple covers. The underground level, that’s where we hold our cage fights and my favorite place to go when I need to beat something with my fist. The top level is where we make the most money. It’s our brothel, anyone who visits this area is vetted and has to pay five hundred to three grand to enter. Just depends on what they're looking for.
Our apartment complex is a different story. That’s where we launder our money. Those who live there pay a quarter of the rent. There are a couple people that stay there, who pay the full amount, but they know the deal.
“Fuck. Fine I’ll get them off the plane and take them to your house but have Beast or one of the other prospects meet us there. They can have babysitting duty,” Frost grumbles.
“Fine, but it’ll have to be more than one prospect then, get Toxin to go with Beast. Tell them to not let her leave the house and not to underestimate the woman. Remember who her father is. She will have a gun on her,” I say as a memory of the first time I’d seen her shoot a gun. It was her seventeenth birthday and her dad had given her a Remington 700. We’d gone outside to a target range they’d had set up. On the first shot she’d hit the center of the body target.
Shaking my head, I push the rest of that memory back. I don’t need to be thinking of that shit.
“Will do Prez,” Frost states, giving me the two-finger salute he does when he’s trying to be a smartass.
Finishing my beer, I signal for Kitty to bring me another one. As she puts the beer in front of me, she leans forward and shows me an ample amount of her tits. “Anything else Scorch?’ She purrs, hence her name. When Kitty sucks dick or eats a pussy, she purrs. Fuck the woman purrs doing anything.
I’m tempted to tell her to come around the bar and suck me off, but I’ve got shit to do.
“Yo Prez,” Ram calls out as he enters the main room.
Tilting my head in his direction, I notice the tension in him right away. Ram hates when we deal with this type of shit but that’s not my shit to sort out. I have enough to deal with.
“What have we got?” I ask standing up and walking toward him.
“I’ve just heard something very interesting. You know that baby up for auction, right?” he asks.
“Yeah what about it?” I demand crossing my arms over my chest. Bracing for some fucked up bullshit.
“There’s a club up in Virginia that’s put out an APB for a little girl that was taken along with her twin brother. An image was posted as well. This kid looks just like the one of the baby on the auction site,” he says holding out the paper for me to take.
Scanning over the information, I see red. This kid is the daughter of the National President to the Devil’s Riot MC.
Fuck this just got complicated because I’m not going to allow anyone to take out the Alcazar Cartel but us.
“When’s this auction takin’ place?” I ask, balling the paper in my fist.
“It’s happenin’ tonight. Their pick-up destination is in some warehouse in Harbinger,” he growls.
“Damnit, we need to get the fuck out of here and set up,” I growl, heading off toward my room to get ready. If they're in Harbinger that means one of two things. They intend for those who are auctioned off to be carted off by boat or they have them taking back roads to avoid getting caught.
Fuck, can this day get any worse?
Chapter Four
Emery
“Momma, is Dad going to be happy to see me?” Stone asks quietly as the plane comes to a stop.
I know my son is just as nervous about meeting his dad for the first time as I am about seeing him again. However, where Stone is excited about coming here, I’m dreading the face to face Samuel and I are about to have. I hope he at least waits to yell at me until we’re alone.
I’ve never lied to Stone about who his dad is. My uncle Evander was even able to snag a recent picture knowing my heart still belonged to the man. Stone took one look at it and asked if he could put it in his room. How could I say no? He needed a connection to his father.
“He’s going to be ecstatic to see you baby,” I murmur, ruffling his hair.
“Mom,” he whines, hating the fact I’d messed up his hair. Shaking my head, I give him one of my hairbands. When he had seen the latest picture of Samuel, he’d begun to grow his hair out, having an undercut done. I’m sure if he was old enough to grow a beard, he’d have done that too. For a kid who has never actually met the man who helped give him life he looks up to him like he’s a superhero or something.
“Come on kiddo,” I smile, standing up to grab my small bag. The rest of our stuff was being shipped over due to there being so much. When my father said to pack, he made sure I packed everything.
Soon as I’m on the ground I grab Stone’s hand
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