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He spun around. “Who the fuck is looking at her?”
A Cheshire cat smile curved on Nadia’s lip. “What does it matter? You just met her, right?” She winked and sashayed around him. She’d hit a nerve, exactly what she had intended to do.
Gage watched as Nadia passed and then looked back to Trax. “What do ya need?”
“The prospects.”
Gage gathered the boys and followed them out back into the lot behind the clubhouse. The surrounding buildings were all vacant, with the occasional bum lurking. They’d made their presence known when they’d moved in seven years ago. Most people hightailed it out of there, except for a few who kept to themselves.
John, Mikey, and Joe stood in front of him with Gage on the right and Rourke standing on the left. Kase and Saint lingered behind, allowing Trax to run the show how he saw fit. As one of the lead brothers, Trax was given more clout than others.
“When did you talk to these guys?”
John stepped forward. “We rode out Tuesday like Kase instructed. These guys are just local punks, Trax. I scared them off.”
“No, ya didn’t, fucker. You see her face? You didn’t scare dick.” Rourke growled, and John stepped back.
“You guys with him?” Trax asked, carefully eyeing their response and demeanor.
“Yeah, they were with me.”
Trax stepped closer, butting his chest against John. “Wasn’t asking you, asshole.”
“Mikey, you were there?”
“Yeah.”
Trax noticed the way his gaze flicked to John. Someone was lying. Trax lifted his chin, and Rourke grabbed John by the collar, pulling him back into the clubhouse.
“Rule number one as a prospect. Don’t fucking lie to me.”
Mikey sighed and glanced over at Joe. “Okay, we went with him, but when we were walking up to the apartment building, John told us to head back to the bikes. Said he knew these guys and he’d settle everything. I said we’d go with him, but he insisted that him being the longest prospect, he had seniority.”
“Prospects don’t have any fucking seniority, even over each other,” Kase barked.
“Look, I thought he was handling it. I didn’t think the girl would get hurt. I trusted he knew what he was doing. I thought we were being loyal to our brother.”
“None of you are fucking brothers without a patch. Your president gave you a direct order, and you let another fucking prospect override him, asshole,” Trax snapped, sending both men flinching backward. They knew they’d fucked up.
Joe stepped up. “He said he’d handle it. When he came back, he said they wouldn’t be a problem. Mikey and I wanted to wait until they left, ’til she was back in her place, but John said he didn’t want to miss the party.”
“We fucked up, Trax, I get it now. But it won’t happen again, I swear. Me and Joe want this, man. We’ll do whatever it takes.”
Trax dragged his hand through his hair. Those motherfuckers should be booted out and banned for life. He’d known them since they started prospecting six months ago. They hustled for the club, did everything that was asked. Trax didn’t believe in second chances for prospects usually, but it wasn’t his call to make. He glanced over his shoulder to Kase and Saint, who remained silent.
“Your call,” Trax said.
Saint pushed off the wall, making his way to stand in front of Mike and Joe. “You wanna stay, you start over today. We erase those six months you put in. You still wanna prospect?”
“Yeah, fuck yeah, man. We screwed up. We’ll take our punishment.”
Saint eyed Trax. It wasn’t often a vice president would ask permission from a member, but Saint was not the average VP. Trax nodded, knowing these were good guys who had made a mistake. He was willing to extend a second chance.
Saint turned back to the prospects. “This is happening ’cause Trax is allowing it, do you understand?”
They nodded.
“He’s showing more mercy on you than most brothers would. If you fuck up again—” Saint lowered his voice. “—you will answer to me. Do you understand?”
