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Zindel looked at his watch and sighed. “I need a rich sugar daddy to take care of me so I don't have to work anymore. Why do you think I’m working at this fancy ass spa?”

“Better leave or you’ll be late,” Ze said as he slid off the barstool. He reached over, ruffling Zindel’s hair briefly before the twenty-year-old “little” brother slapped his hand away. Ze chuckled, but let it go. He had business to tend to anyway. He pointed at Zindel. “Stay out of trouble. I mean it.”

“Not in my nature,” Zindel said with a mischievous smirk.

Ze shook his head and turned away toward the direction he was heading in. Once inside the president’s office, he closed the door since he was the last to enter. The couple had taken the two chairs in front of the desk and their president was sitting behind it in a big leather chair. He looked every bit the tough biker that he was. Long, gray beard, bushy mustache. Cold, steel gray eyes and a deadly stare to match. His t-shirt was tight on his muscular body as were his leather pants. His numerous tattoos told the story of his life as an outlaw biker, much like the other men in the club. His cut had numerous patches such as; President, Man of Carnage, Lifer, 5th Chapter, and First Generation. He was a man Ze not only respected, but loved. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say he was like Ze and Zindel’s grandfather.

Ze took a seat beside Hound Dog, who looked a great deal like his father, only he had a more trimmed beard, more pepper in his hair than salt, and a little less roundness around the belly. But there was no denying that they were father and son. Ze’s patches on his cut were Enforcer, Man of Carnage, 5th Chapter, and First Generation. All of which he was extremely proud of because he’d earned every last one. He’d been a part of the Lords of Chaos since he was eighteen, earning his patch when he turned nineteen. The club and its members meant everything to him. He wanted his little brother to join, but Zindel wasn’t ready to conform to club rules. In any case, the club still looked out for him because he was family.

“Mr. and Mrs. Haysworth, this man here is my club’s treasurer.” He paused to point at Hound Dog. “And one of my enforcers, Ze,” Jimmy said, giving the introductions.

Both Hound Dog and Ze nodded at the couple, who just stared back at them with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Ze wondered if they knew what an enforcer did. If they had any inkling, then the couple knew they were looking at a killer. Two, actually, as Hound Dog used to be an enforcer before he took over duties of the treasure after their last one passed away. He’d taught Ze what he needed to know and Ze’s nature handled the rest.

“So, Mr. and Mrs. Haysworth, do you want to tell me why you wanted to see me?” Jimmy asked the couple, now that everyone was in the room.

Ze checked out the man and woman, both looked distraught and angry, the woman’s eyes red and puffy from crying. It made him curious as to why they were there.

“Will everything we discuss here remain private?” the man, dressed in khakis and a polo shirt asked. His wife was also conservatively dressed in a skirt and blouse combo. Looked like a Gold coast couple to Ze.

Jimmy nodded. “All of our business is private. You apparently went through a lot to get my number, so come on out with it.” The president’s tone left no room for nonsense.

The man swallowed and began to speak. “We want to hire you to kill Senator Ted Kelly,” the man said.

“Damn, so, you did get directly to the point,” Hound Dog said with a chuckle.

Jimmy tossed his son a look and Hound Dog nodded and didn’t say anything else. “Why do you want him killed?” he asked the couple.

“Why does it matter? We heard you do that kind of stuff. You’re an outlaw biker gang, right?” the woman asked.

Jimmy's steely gaze panned over to her. “First off, we’re not a ‘gang’. We’re a motorcycle club, which means it does matter to me why you want a motherfucker killed.”

“What, don’t tell me you have morals? You’re criminals,” the woman snapped.

“You’re sitting in my office, asking me to kill a senator. I’d mind my manners if I were you,” Jimmy warned.

Ze watched the transaction in silence because he wanted to get a feel for the couple. He was also curious as to why they wanted a hit done. He knew he was a cold-blooded killer, but he didn’t kill just anyone, and neither did Hound Dog, so their reason did matter if they wanted the job done.

“Honey, let me handle this,” the man said to his wife, then he scooted to the edge of his chair. “This man murdered our daughter, Amanda. She’s only nineteen and was one of his interns. She looked up to him, respected him, and that son of a bitch took advantage of her, stole her innocence, covered up his crime by…” The man had to pause and gather himself. His wife closed her eyes but the tears still flowed. She dabbed them away with a napkin but remained silent. “He desecrated her body, burned her so badly she could only be identified by her dental records. He’s a fucking demon and we don’t want him to get away with it.”

Jimmy cocked an eyebrow. “Why not call the police, then? A scandal like that could ruin his career. Especially if he goes to jail.”

“And that’s a bigif. It would be his word against our daughter’s. And there is no proof, Mr. Hunt. Whatever could have tied him to our daughter burned away.”

“How do you know he killed your daughter?” Ze asked, unable to help himself.

The man turned in his chair to face Ze. “We don’t have anything solid. Our daughter told us in her last call to my wife that she was going to dinner with him. She was so excited that he had singled her out, paid attention to her. He was the last person who saw our daughter alive.”

“He did it. I told her to not work for him, but she wanted her credits for college, and being his intern looked great on her portfolio. She saw it as a career opportunity. That monster… May he burn in hell, and even that’s not good enough,” Mrs. Haysworth said before breaking down into tears.

Mr. Haysworth leaned forward, taking his wife into his arms and holding her. Their pain was evident, shared. He turned toward Jimmy again. “He is powerful and has powerful allies. He has money to bury this story, the media could twist it too, and make us look like liars. It’s been done before. He’s had allegations of sexual assault leveled against him in the past and he still won the senate seat.” The man shook his head. “In an ideal world, you’d hope to get justice. But this is the real world we live in where money and power can buy you freedom if you have enough.”

“Speaking of money, how much are you willing to pay for this? It won’t be an easy job taking out Senator Kelly, so it won’t be cheap,” Jimmy said.

“We’re not rich, Mr. Hunt. We’re just two people who tried to build an honest living and we saved a lot for our retirement and our daughter’s future. We can pay you two-hundred and fifty thousand. It’s everything we have,” the man said.

“Everything?” Jimmy asked.

Both the man and woman nodded. “We took out an equity loan on our house and used the rest of our daughter’s college fund.”