Page 83 of Master's Rise

Paul nods. Fuck. I’m too tired for this. “You still want to travel for jobs?”

He shrugs. “For the big ones like here, yeah. A lot can go wrong in a short period of time. Not really for the small shit. My life has changed or maybe I’m getting old.”

The Brothers are on him for being ancient. He’s like five years older than me. I shake my head. “So, handle our shit and build here. Schedule when you go with your new maintenance crew. Hire them too. That’s your department.”

He smiles like I gave him something. He’s an Officer, nothing about his job has changed. “Will do, Boss.”

“Invoice for the other shit you need for the jacuzzi. Anything that’s me personally goes to Amos to be paid with personal written on it.”

He nods and the waitress is here, thank fuck.

We eat and they talk about the new programs and shit. I don’t hear half of it. I hope Seren is having fun with her training. Today is basic shit but it’s new to her. I’m going to have to find places for the bikes. Crow’s is at the old Club, my dad’s is at my house with Rex’s.

“We got space to put bikes out in the building?”

They all stop talking and look at me. I should have looked before talking. I really need a nap. “I have Crow’s at the old Club, my dad, Rex’s and the Ducati RR. I need them out of my garage or a new fucking garage. Roger is building me another bike.”

“You’re putting the RR in there? Fuck, Boss, that bike cost a fortune.” Brinks is shocked.

I shrug. “It’s too small and I can’t get rid of it. My dad and Rex got it because I made VP or some shit. I think they just needed to buy shit for cashing stock in. If nothing else, it’d make a pretty coat rack.”

They laugh. “I bet the cowboy would decorate the office good. Except for the murals, there’s nothing on the walls.” Falcon makes a good point.

“I’ll ask. The bikes could look cool there. The lobbies could hold them.” Now I’m a little more alert.

“You want me to get the check? Hade is training and Raid isn’t here.” Falcon holds his hand out to the waitress.

“Yeah, thanks, Brother.”

Banks laughs. “I’m right here. I could have taken it up.”

I give him a look and he lets it go. Falcon follows the waitress to the front. “Billy played the outsider card with him. He needs to be included.” I keep it low so it’s not overheard.

“Fuck, he did that shit to me but Crow stepped in. I’ll help with that. Is that why he’s so competitive?” Web says throwing relief.

“Yeah. Sort of.”

Jinx stands. “We’ll keep watch too.”

Fuck, I have to move.

The cowboys are happy. These guys mustn’t be very good bull riders, they’re always here. I sit in the first comfortable chair I see and check my email then hook into the Security feeds Web put on for me. It’s a cool program or app or whatever the hell it is. I get to see what’s going on in Ops and with Security. I don’t need to see Security but I look because I can. Brothers scheduling or watching jobs doesn’t hold my interest for long. The Ops Center is more interesting but not by much. A car stopped in town, Enforcers gabbing with people walking the main road, nothing happening at the pizzeria, all make me yawn.

Paul and Brinks are done and talking at a dining room set. Falcon comes my way with Cowboy Jr. “You want your office decorated?”

I forgot about that. “Yeah. I have some bikes I want put around if you can.”

“Can I see what they look like? And an idea of what’s important to you.”

I turn around and show him the cut. “Colors are important.”

“Red, yellow and black?” Cowboy Jr. isn’t getting it.

Falcon clears it up. “The logo and our name are called colors. I have some pictures of the office. Here.” He stands on the side of Jr. and swipes at his phone. I leave him to it.

“I have the RR and Rex’s bike too,” Brinks gets in on the decorating. Even better. I may fit the new bikes in the garage sometime this year.

Banks stands beside me. “Clear the bills. Get you, Amos and Raid paid too.”