Page 74 of Indie
“Beanz. Five hundred to Fury, on behalf of the club.”
The bald man said nothing, his bruised face sullen, the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut, dark with anger.
“Now, about cuts. Who else has a spare?” I glanced around the table.
The twins slowly held their hands in the air, followed by Magnet and a few others.
“Fuck’s sake. I want all spares handed back to Suzy. No one has a spare, understand?” I glanced around the table to see the curt nods from the offenders. “You will look after your only cut. You will know where it is at all times. If it’s not on your backs, it’s locked away. No one else touches it. And if you lose thefucker, or damage the fucker, there’s a price to pay, physically and financially. Don’t be a Beanz.”
I glanced around the table, listening to the muttered ‘ayes’.
“Good. Now onto the Helmhiem Howl. Ste wants to go.”
“Ste wants to go to the Vandals’ rally?” Big Red asked.
“Apparently so.”
“Is that a good idea? I mean….” The big red-headed, bearded club treasurer drifted off.
“Nope. But who am I to step in the way of a dying man and his last requests?”
The rest of the room shrugged, but I didn’t miss the looks they shared with each other.
“Magnet, Fury, Demon. Stay back a minute. Big Red, the rest of the clubs will arrive shortly for the coalition meeting, get the women to get the bar running and be hospitable, but I don’t want any of these fuckers stepping out of line.”
Chairs scuffed against the carpet, the floorboards straining from multiple footsteps, and when the door closed into place, I turned to the remaining men.
“What’s up Indie?” Demon asked, knowing a fresh set of instructions was coming his way.
“Emmie got suspended this morning?”
“From work?”
“No. The fucking ceiling….”
“We don’t need to know what you were getting up to last night, mate,” Fury chuckled, Demon and Magnet joining in, and I glanced to where they stood midway down the table.
To where I had spread her open last night, fucking her roughly, with no regard for any of the club rules. Just the thought of it today already sent blood rushing to my cock, and getting a hard-on in front of the lads would do nothing for my club cred.
“Her security pass was taken in the break-in. It had to be. Her pass had accessed the areas where the drugs and the laughing gas were stolen from. The hospital has suspended her while they investigate. I want those investigations concluding quickly to get her back to work. Find out who owes us favours or who we can lean on to get her cleared.”
Magnet and Demon shot a look at each other, a mix of exasperation and uncertainty. We had contacts all over the place. Some who’d been on our books for years and others that we’d covered up for or held dirt on them. I suspected hospital management wasn’t any of those. But I’d promised Emmie I would get her job back, that I’d put everything right and I would, whatever it took.
Fury and Magnet wandered out, Demon loitering.
“What?” I asked him roughly.
“Not sure how we’re going to get her job sorted, mate. That’s out of our league. We can bribe and blackmail. I can frighten as many people as possible, but I’ve no clue how to convince a load of people in suits to lift a suspension. She’s innocent in all this. Why not let it play out?”
“Because I can’t stand seeing how much she’s suffered at the hands of this prick of an ex. How the kids suffer. I want this all to go away.”
“What about the Viking then? He owes us his life. I reckon that’s a pretty big favour to call in.”
“And what are we going to ask him to do?”
“His mafia mates can sort the job situation out. Cian has a way with the authorities and a link in with the police. And V can sort the ex out.”
“I’m not killing her ex, Demon. He’s the dad to her kids.”