Page 34 of Indecent Lies

“That final curtain is about to come down.” - Rider

The Renegade Souls didn’t hold a table meeting in church every day.

It wasn’t needed. Only for the important shit.

The day to day running of the club pretty much took care of itself, with each of his men knowing their role.

But on days like today, important shit to deal with, the large double doors were closed and every inner circle member were around the table.

Save for Hawk who chose to stand against the back wall with his arms folded across his chest.

Rider brought the meeting to start with a thump of the ancient gavel on the table.

All eyes cut to him.

“Snake,” he turned to the bodyguard and all around joking pain in everyone’s asses down the other end. “You wanna relay what you brought to me?”

Crossing his tattooed fingers, the guy leaned forward.

Each of his men were wearing identical leather cuts with their own insignia patch on the front, depending on their club role.

They were a brotherhood of loyalty and connection.

And this year, and the last one before that had been the toughest fights of their lives in a good while.

Mostly they had their heads above water, but there was still an outstanding irritant that needed dealing with for good.

They’d faced off and won with one enemy not so long ago and replaced it with two more little fuckers.

One just a pissant nuisance and his uncle Rex would get his one of these days, for now, that issue was being dealt with, what with having Juicy on the inside who was relaying all of Rex’s half-baked plans back to Rider.

The other being the bigger conglomerate of the Russianbratva.

As fast as Rider and his men were plugging up Grigori’s avenues, a fresh one opened up almost every week.

And now …finally… he was in a position to get rid of him for good.

Lawless for the past year had quietly siphoned off Grigori’s profits from every illegal avenue. It was funny to watch the man lose everything as quick as he earned it.

With a few choice whispers in the right ear, namely Charlie Timmon’s the local sheriff, that Grigori was having special meetings with the crooked mayor, soon meant that partnership was null and void.

“There’s a warehouse being erected over by the old distillery, on that abandoned lot near Gambel road.”

Rider heard this already and he was no less pissed off hours later. He’d left Zara at home with false labor pains just to hold this meeting.

“Turns out, our good friend the Russian asswipe, has started his own porn business right here on our fucking turf. Making pussy his business of choice this week.” Snake got the boys all riled up.

Rider waited out their noise.

Eyes turned to him.

“This right, Prez?”

“I haven’t confirmed it myself, but we will within the hour, I sent two prospects over.”

“How’d we not know about this?”

That was the question.