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“You want us to blow up the Steel Lizards,” he repeats to Devereaux. It is obvious that we both hope we misunderstood the assignment.
“Very well,” Devereaux nods, like a proud father. “It is always preferable that I work with people whose brains work at full capacity. Don’t do drugs, kids.”
I chuckle at that. “But you sell drugs.”
“Not as much as I used to,” he concedes. “Firearms are more my specialty nowadays.”
I stare at him for the longest time while Winger is doing his best not to fidget in his spot next to me.
“Why would we want to associate with you in this… mission?”
Devereaux places his hands on the table, his perfectly pressed suit making him look like he is in a board meeting. He gives off this power vibe that only incredibly rich people can pull off.
“Because I know what Bricks did to your club over the years. I also know he’s raped your women.”
I clench my teeth hard at that last part. It is true. When a couple of our girls disappeared, all signs pointed toward the president of the Steel Lizards. We could never figure out if the entire club was involved in that particular operation, but it’s safe to say we hate them all collectively.
“He and Snake were hoping to get information out of them,” Devereaux tells us with a shrug. “He obviously thinks that your club is as sloppy as theirs.”
I about laugh my head off at that. What he is trying to do is make us think we are better than the Lizards. We might think so internally, but overall, all clubs are the same, especially the one percenters. No one has any scruples unless it involves illegal activity.
“The whores are not worth starting a war over,” I tell Devereaux. My face is immobile when I say the words, no emotion lacing my tone.
Somewhere deep down, I do feel regret over losing those club girls. They were sweet and always up for a good time. One of them never said no to me, even when I asked for the kinkiest shit I could think of. But would I want to blow up another club just so that I could have a good lay with her again? Nope.
A folder suddenly appears on the table in between us. I’m not sure where Malone even had it before sliding on the flat surface. He doesn’t even turn around to glance at us when he does so, and Devereaux doesn’t react at all when that happens.
“The whores are not worth it,” Devereaux agrees.
There’s something in his voice that catches my attention. An underlying current, telling me that he doesn’t agree with me, despite the words coming out of his mouth.
“But maybe this will make it worth your time.”
With perfectly manicured fingers, he pushes the folder closer to me and Winger. I never take my eyes off him, knowing that if I do, he will take it as a weakness. This is not the kind of man you want to play mind games with, but he is the kind of man who would appreciate them the most.
“You will be perfect for the job,” he smirks at me. There is no hesitation there, he thinks we’re in.
“It will cost you.” Because he can’t expect us to do anything for free when it’s something of the magnitude he is suggesting.
He nods in agreement. “I have no doubt.”
I bring the folder closer to me and open in. It looks like a bunch of pictures, organized by date and location. Most of them have either Bricks or Snake in them, with the rest showing both of them. They have their posse at their backs, the men they trust the most in the club. None of the pictures show Wrecker in them.
A surprising fact, though, is that all the pictures show them meeting with our business associates. We have a few agreements to transport guns. They are very lucrative, and they would bankrupt us should we lose them.
“He is offering them a bigger cut than what they make out by working with the Savages,” Devereaux confirms my instant concern.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Winger finally speaks up from next to me. “He knows that’s in our territory. We don’t go into theirs, they stay off ours.”
Devereaux’s eyes focus on him. “Yes, the outlaw code.”
“You may not play by the outlaw rules, but we never had to worry about it here,” Winger continues. “Even with scumbags the likes of Bricks and his men.”
Devereaux shows the first sign of genuine amusement.
“I made the outlaw rules. And I’ve ruled the outlaw world for a very long time now. It is no accident that I still do.”
He has a point there. He knows how we work, and there’s no need for us to waste our breath explaining it to him.
