Page 20 of Triple the Secrets
“That’s it. So what’s got you all in a twist about her?”
“About time Rogue had some woman trouble, if you ask me,” Ink snickered. “Might settle his crazy ass down.” Rogue turned his head slowly and gave him a hard glare that had the other man smirking.
“I didn’t realize this was a hen party and not a Church meeting,” Rogue said quietly, his annoyance clear. A fact that many around this table knew well to avoid. Especially with the mood he was in right now.
Savage rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He called the meeting to order and the next few minutes were spent discussing the shape of the legitimate businesses run by the club.
They didn’t deal hard shit, but they sold and moved weed and some prescription drugs. They also had a lucrative guns trade all over the state. They never moved them across the border themselves, but they didn’t have any qualms in helping them get to paying customers. Still, the legitimate businesses, including his own, were enough to have all of them living comfortably.
Hell, he had more money than he would ever know what to do with, but figured he would use it to fix up a place of his own at some point.
“How’s the shop? Still getting a lot more locals?” Savage asked him.
Rogue nodded. “Once they heard Esme was at the desk and running us ragged, the phone’s been ringing off the damn hook,” he said drily.
Fury grinned proudly. “My woman could sell snow to a polar bear.”
“Well I’m going to fire her ass if she doesn’t tone it down,” Rogue threatened without heat. “Woman is bringing in more people than I’d care to. Soon all the business we’ll be doing is for other people and not our own. Not to mention the amount of women that come around hoping to get our attention. One of them insisted she show me what was under the hood of her car.”
“Ah yes, her,” Jax said with a dreamy smile. “I never did thank you for pawning her off on me. Woman had a mouth like a damn hoover.”
“No wonder we’re so damn far behind,” Razor snickered. “Can’t be getting work done if we’re all getting blow jobs from customers.”
Savage chuckled, “As long as you’re not doing that shit where the kids or club whores can see, I don’t give a shit. Kids for obvious reasons, but those girls see any of you doing anyone else, they’re liable to shank you in your sleep. And that’s just not a headache I want to deal with.”
“That happens, they need to be out on their ass,” Steel said darkly. At six-four, he was what the rest of the club affectionately called ‘crazy, but not Rogue crazy’. Rogue didn’t mind the comparison. There was a difference between not taking shit and doing whatever he needed to make sure people remembered that, and the lethal kind of crazy that had been honed in Steel by Uncle Sam. He had cold blue eyes, and looked like he could eat nails for breakfast. Rogue respected the hell out of him, but he was one of the few people that weren’t intimidated by him. “They know how things work around here.”
Rogue had to agree. The club whores knew that they were here for the needs of the brothers, so there was no place for them getting jealous over a brother enjoying another woman. They had plenty to choose from.
“Any other business?” Savage asked, changing the subject. Now that he and Royal were together, he had no interest in the club whores other than beyond the bare minimum of keeping them in line.
“I want to know what the deal is with this woman that has Rogue all tied up in knots,” Ink said, leaning forward on the table.
Rogue growled low in his throat. “How about you all mind your own fucking business,” he suggested, though it was far from a suggestion.
“She a problem for the club?” Savage asked him, giving him a cool stare when Rogue pinned him with a glare.
Rogue gave an aggravated sigh. “She’s running from something. She and the twins gave me some bullshit about a relative of the girls hunting them. Something about how with them out of the way, it would mean he’d collect on a huge life insurance policy from their dead parents.”
“And you don’t believe that?” Savage asked.
“I think they’ve gotten really good at hiding the truth and they don’t want me poking my nose into their business,” Rogue grunted. “I’m done with it though. As long as nothing affects the kids or the club, they’re on their own.”
Savage looked at Code. “You run them?”
Code nodded. He glanced at Rogue quickly before saying, “Everything seems to be in order for Scarlett, though there are a few things that I’m still looking into. The girls, though, they’re damn ghosts. No history or record before three years ago. A cursory search doesn’t tell me anything, so it’s not a far stretch they’re telling the truth and changed their names so this relative or whoever can’t find them. And it could also explain why Scarlett doesn’t have much of a history herself if she changed her name as well to hide them.”
“You don’t think so either though?” Fury asked, frowning.
Code shrugged. “I haven’t looked into the dark web, but if we dig too much, we could be triggering other searches on them, so I don’t want to do that unless you really think we should.”
“No,” Rogue barked before Savage could answer. “I’ve already told them if they want to tell me the whole truth they can come find me, or any of us. Past that, there’s nothing else to say.”
Savage shrugged. “If that’s what you want. You don’t think the kids are in danger going to the library?”
Rogue shook his head. “Not if one of us or a prospect is with them. They’ll be back in school soon anyway so it won’t be an issue.”
“Good point,” Savage agreed. “We’ll plan for someone to go with them to be safe, but otherwise we can continue as normal. Anything else of note?” No one answered. “Fine. Meeting adjourned.”
