Page 70 of Loyal
“Wait, you’re telling me Sami is hanging out at Boudoir right now? After working a twelve-hour shift?” I ask, a tinge of worry in my tone.
“That’s what Cami said. Texted me this an hour ago.”
I look at the picture on his phone of all the girls drinking and having a good time.
“Huh…” I lean back in my chair and smile. “We will need to drive them all home, you know.”
He laughs. “I know. Prospects are waiting to take their cars home when we say the word.”
The fact that she’s hanging out with other women tied to the club makes me feel like this might really work. She did it on her own. I didn’t have to ask her to chill with them, and it’s not for something club-related. It’s just her spending time with the women, getting to know them and becoming friends.
Something she desperately needs.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Savage asks as he walks into the room.
“Like what?”
“All goofy and shit,” he says, waving a finger at my face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, making Fang laugh.
“He’s happy that Sami is with the girls,” Fang tells him.
“Ah, I should have known. Bailey said she was going to call her and make her come.” Savage nods.
“I’ll have to thank her for thinking to include Sami,” I tell him.
The rest of the officers filter in and the door is shut, signaling it’s time to get to business. Savage picks up the gavel and bangs it on the table once.
“Meeting is in session. Who would like to start?” Savage asks.
“I can,” I say, making everyone look my way. Only when Savage nods do I continue. “Antoino is officially willing to go to Chicago to train people for a week at the new tire store. His only request was that a brother from here goes with him. The time he had in mind actually syncs up with when Dagger is going to visit Donna. I thought we could introduce them ahead of time.”
“He actually agreed?” Tiny asks.
“Yeah, he was a little reluctant at first but came around on his own,” I say to him.
“That business was a good investment,” Savage mutters.
Pride fills me at his words. Being one of the youngest guys in the club is a bitch, but earning my position as VP means moreeyes on me and makes it more challenging. So hearing when I do something right…yeah, it might go to my head a little.
“What else? Fang?” Savage asks.
Fang turns in his chair, angling more toward Savage. “On the last run, the guy from SOMC said they had a heavy cop presence on the way to the meetup. While we didn’t have an issue, I think it might be time to switch shit up. Just to be safe.”
“We already change our route every time,” Tiny says, but before he can even finish his sentence, Fang is shaking his head.
“Yeah, we might change the first part, but once we hit Houston, it’s the same shot every time,” Fang says, looking at him.
Tiny lifts his hands in surrender.
“What are you thinking?” Savage asks.
“It’s going to suck, but I think we need to take some backroads, not the main route. It’s going to take more time, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Then on the way home when we don’t have shit, we can take the quickest way back,” Fang says.
“It’s not a bad idea. We might want to bring it up to them,” I say.
Savage winces. “I don’t know, giving them advice could be seen as overstepping.”
