Page 20 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)
Gator
I knew I shouldn’t have drunk that last bottle of whiskey last night.
Nuttin’ good ever came from being a glutton.
My m?man always taught me moderation. Too bad I never listened.
I lived my life to the fullest, knowing that when my time came, I’d have to face my maker head-on.
Just never thought he’d come in the form of a seven-year-old kid that scared the crap out of me.
Standing before the little brat, I waved the piece of paper he slid under my door in his face.
“Is this for real?”
“About as real as it gets, Prez.” The brat smiled up at me as I stood there, my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.
This kid, this little whippersnapper, had just served me some serious reality pie.
I knew my past wasn’t exactly saint-like, but to have my comeuppance delivered by a child was not how I imagined it.
The kid, with a cheeky grin, added, “Don’t worry, Gator. I’ve got a plan.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the insolent brat. “What’s it gonna cost me, kid?”
“Nothing. I’m here to help.”
Help? This kid wanted to help me. I was intrigued, and a little scared, to be honest. I mean, what kind of seven-year-old talks like he’s some Mafia Don handing out favors like it’s nothing? But my curiosity got the better of me, and I had to know more.
“So, what, you’re here to bribe me or something? ’Cause I gotta warn ya, kid, I don’t do well with threats.”
“No threat, Gator. Just one future club president helping out another club president,” the kid said with a wink. “Unless you don’t want my help and you can handle this on your own? I mean, considering how everything’s gone in the past, I thought you’d welcome the help.”
“Kid’s got you there, boss.” Juju, my VP, chuckled.
“Kid’s a pain in the ass,” I growled, glaring at the smarmy brat.
“Oh, come on, boss,” Donut muttered, reaching into his bag for another beignet. “Been a while since we got to do a road trip. Let’s go and have some fun. Mardi Gras is still months away.”
“Statistically, the odds are in your favor. God knows you can’t mess up any more than you already have, Gator,” Worm muttered as everyone turned to look at the smartass brother with a book in his hand.
Rolling his eyes, Thore groaned, thumbing his finger at Worm. “While I ain’t got his marbles swirlin’ in my brainpan, I wouldn’t mind a change in scenery.”
Looking at Braveheart, the grumpy man just huffed as the rest of the brothers nodded like a bunch of bobbleheads in unison.
“If it helps, there will be cake,” Cameron said, sweetening the pot.
“Cake?” Donut smiled, his face covered in white sugary powder. “I like cake.”
I scratched my head, the hangover from the whiskey still lingering. “Alright, kid. You got my attention. So, what’s the plan?”
The little whippersnapper just grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “First, we get you and your boys dressed and out of New Orleans. I’m gonna need you all to lie low for a while, while I get everything else set up.”
I glanced at my crew, a ragtag bunch of misfits who had become my family. They were all watching the kid now, curiosity and wariness warring on their faces.
“And just where do you suggest we go, lil’ boss?” I asked, a hint of sarcasm lacing my voice.
The kid’s smile widened, and he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. “The Rosewood Ski Resort, of course.”
Taking the paper, I frowned. “Uncle Jack’s place?”
“Why should we trust you, kid? For all we know, you could be leading Gator into a trap,” Juju, ever the cautious one, spoke up.
The kid’s grin didn’t falter. “You got nowhere else to go. Can’t stay at the Sons of Hell clubhouse, ’cause my Princess will warn her sister. Plus, Ms. Josie’s got loads of rooms. Plus, you will be there in time for the wedding.”
“Weddin’?” My eyes snapped open wide as I asked, “Who’s gettin’ hitched?”
“Your uncle Jack is getting remarried in two weeks,” Cameron informed. “And I get to be in the wedding!”
Juju leaned closer and whispered, “Boss, you know what that means, right?”
Hell yes, I knew what that meant!
It meant my mom and her sisters would be in attendance, which meant all of New Orleans would be there.
My m?man would tan my hide if I failed to show up to a family weddin’.
Family meant everything in the bayou, regardless of where you laid your head.
I couldn’t skip this shindig even if I wanted to.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. The whiskey wasn’t helping my headache, and the kid was starting to get on my nerves. But he had a point. Uncle Jack’s ski lodge was the only place.
“Fine, kid. We’ll take your lead. But if this is a setup, so help me, I will feed you to the gators.”
“You wound me,” the brat said, placing a hand over his heart. “I’m just trying to help a brother out. Now, pack your bags, and let’s get this shit show in the air. I promised King I’d be back for dinner.”
With a final cheeky grin, he turned and headed for the front doors as my brothers headed to grab their gear.
“You trust Carnage, boss?” Juju asked.
“Not as far as I can throw him, but I’ve got no choice. Can’t duck out on a family weddin’ and if this paper is right, I need to fix it before my m?man finds her and starts interferin’.”
“She ain’t gonna be happy to see you.”
“She never is.” I smiled, remembering the last time I saw her.
“Last time you saw her, she threatened to cut your dick off and shove it up your ass.”
“She didn’t mean it.”
Juju gaped. “She was holding a knife to your balls!”