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“Bricks closing these deals,” he points to the folder, “is bad news to your club. You know it, I know it, and he most definitely knows it.”
While he says that, I start flipping through the pages that document Bricks’ plans to basically take us out. I freeze when I get to the last ones. These are not with any of our contacts.
“What the fuck,” Winger whispers from next to me. “That’s my sister.”
There are eight pictures containing various relatives of our club members. They all have a few things in common—they are females, they are young, they are pretty.
“Bricks has been dabbling in human trafficking for a while now,” Devereaux tells us when he notices I finally got to the main attraction in his folder. “It is something we never agreed on as business partners. And one of the reasons I am about to pull the rug from under his feet, so to speak.”
“What are you saying?” Winger sounds incredulous as I stare at a picture of my younger cousin on my mother’s side. Her family is not part of the club, and I always made sure to keep this part of me separate from them.
“How would Bricks even know our families?” I ask before he has a chance to answer Winger.
“You underestimate the power of desperation, Mr. Hawk.”
Devereaux sounds almost sad when he says the words.
“Is Bricks desperate?”
He nods in confirmation. “Very much so.”
“What’s changed?”
His eyes become pools of ice. “My contracts with Bricks are up in the next few months. I am pulling out all his resources.”
“So now he wants to kidnap our women and sell them on the black market?”
“Amongst other things,” Devereaux shrugs. “There is not much you can do to protect them, either. The wheels are in motion. And the only way to stop them would be to blow all the fuckers up.”
I close the folder and push it back to the middle of the table, despite the fact that I want to grab it and rush out of here. Our president needs to see this, especially since one of the girls in there is his own daughter.
“Sounds like you got a good handle on this, Mr. Devereaux,” I mimic his polite tone. “You don’t need us. Besides, we can protect our own women.”
He smiles at me, but it feels like a trap.
“I am willing to get in agreement with the Savages for all the contracts I am taking away from Bricks.”
He pauses and stares at me for the longest time before dropping the proverbial bomb on us.
“With a sign-on bonus of twenty-five million dollars.”
“Ah fuck,” Winger echoes my sentiments.
There is no way our president would refuse to give his offer careful consideration if it involves this kind of money. It’s not just the millions he’s dangling under our noses, but also the very lucrative contracts Devereaux says he wants to take away from Bricks.
I decide that we need to buy ourselves a little bit of time.
“We do not have the authority to commit to anything today. We need to run this by our president. He will want to put it up for vote.”
I doubt anyone would vote against it, and Devereaux knows it.
“You have twenty-four hours.” His tone is just as cold as ever. “You are currently my top pick. But I have other choices.”
I nod in understanding. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a man of his stature.
A new folder drops on the table. This time, I open it without being prompted. Just as quickly, I blink in confusion.
“What is this?”
