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Jimmy nodded, then tossed a glance over to his son and basically, grandson and sighed before returning his attention to the couple. “Let me discuss this with my club and we’ll get back to you.”

“This won’t get out, you promise?” Mr. Haysworth asked.

“That Mr. and Mrs., Haysworth wanted to put a hit out on Senator Kelly?” Jimmy chuckled and shook his head. “No, I keep my word. What is discussed here remains here.”

The couple nodded, then rose.

“Ze, see them out, will you? Then come back,” Jimmy said.

Ze rose and walked toward the door and gestured for the couple to follow. Once they were in their car, he closed the club door, locked it, and returned to the president’s office. He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk this time, just like Hound Dog had.

“Ol’ Senator Kelly, doing what rich assholes do,” Jimmy said with a shake of his head as he lit a cigar.

“Take advantage of people they feel are beneath them,” Ze stated.

“This is right up your alley, ain’t it?” Hound Dog asked.

Ze shrugged. “I can take the job. It would require me to travel. Isn’t he on the campaign trail?”

“Shit, fuck if I know. I don’t keep up with politics,” Jimmy said.

“Question is, do we take everything they have as payment?” Hound Dog asked. “I mean, I’m good with that, but Ze might have issues.”

It was true, Ze did have issues with taking a person’s last dime. He wouldn’t even let Zindel steal from people who couldn’t afford it. The last thing a poor person needed was for someone to come out of nowhere and take their last fucking penny. He’d been there, living on the streets, having to steal and do other things just to survive.

He sighed and shook his head. “A motherfucker like Kelly, I’d kill for free.”

Jimmy scoffed. “Yeah, I know. Because it gets your dick hard. But a hard dick ain’t paying the bills around here.” He put his cigar to his lips and took a long puff.

Hound Dog laughed. “Tell that to Romeo.”

Jimmy choked on the smoke he’d inhaled and had to turn away to cough. He covered his mouth as he nodded. Once he cleared his airway, he laughed. “Fuck… I forgot about his gigolo ass.”

“How about we just charge them a hundred and fifty thousand, plus expenses?” Ze suggested.

“You’re asking us to give up on an extra hundred grand?” Jimmy questioned, one eyebrow cocked.

Ze sighed and ran his hands over his face. “Yeah, I know that shit doesn't sit well with you. But taking their last dime doesn’t sit well with me. The motherfucker raped and killed their daughter. They’ve been through enough.”

“So, they claim,” Jimmy said.

Ze cocked both eyebrows. “You think they’re lying?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Anyone can lie. If you’re asking me to give up on a hundred grand because your bleeding heart is leaking, you better be fucking sure.”

Ze nodded. “Okay, I’ll make sure. And if it’s true?”

Jimmy grunted and took another puff of his cigar. “Then we’ll take a club vote to do it your way, Saint Ze.”

Ze winked. “Cool. I’ll get right on it then.”

“All right,” Jimmy said.

Ze walked out of the office and went to search out Levi “Snoopy” Myers, their club’s prospect and hacker extraordinaire. He saw their club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, Makade-Ma'iingan "Wolf" Sanders, sitting in one of their big, comfy leather chairs in the lounge. A hang-around male between his legs sucking his cock. Wolf was leaning his head back on the cushions as he enjoyed the oral pleasure. His large hand gripped the back of the man’s bobbing head as his hips thrust up into the man’s mouth.

Their SA was an intimidating figure, to say the least. At six-six and three hundred pounds of muscle, no one fucked with Wolf, not if they valued their lives. Half black, half Native American, and one hundred percent total badass. Ze respected the hell out of the man, as he did every brother in his club.

“Hey Wolf, you seen Snoopy?” he asked, almost hating to bother the man.