Page 84 of Sweet Anarchy

Zayn waves his hand behind him. "He's mingling, keeping the employees in check. I think he was helping them with the new point of sale system at the bar. You're going to regret making us business partners. Blake will be a nightmare wanting to control everything."

"He's the smart one," I laugh, watching Zayn's face fall. "You both are. I need the brains to help run the place."

"That's what we are here for. Dad, I wanted to show you a picture of the new motorcycle I just got."

I slip past him, heading to the bar. Various bikers greet me warmly as I walk past – giving me congratulatory pats on the shoulder. It's a full house tonight with the Rebels and Nomads here together, the two clubs friendly. They gave up their past animosity after the incident with the Norsemen, deciding to extend their brotherhood – from their own clubs, of course.

As I approach the bar, I hold in a snort. Right on cue, I spot Blake standing with Volts, pointing to the screen as my purple-haired friend makes drinks beside him.

"I like your new color," I tell Volts, leaning against the bar. "Suits you."

Volts looks up, grinning. "I thought so too. Next time, I'm going for blue. I'm going to work my way through the rainbow."

"Is he stressing you out yet?" I ask Volts, motioning at Blake.

Blake glances up, deadpanning. "I'm just showing him the system. Why? Did Zayn say something?"

"Nope," I lie, shaking my head. "Nothing at all."

He narrows his eyes at me suspiciously. "Bullshit. I'll deal with him later. In the meantime, can you head to the back room? You're being summoned."

"Like the demon I am," I breathe out, pushing away from the bar. "I'll be back."

I swerve through the crowd of people, heading towards the back room. I may have designed the bar to look modern and warm, the dark blue walls a homage to my Dad, but I kept some things the same – including the back room.

The layout was similar to Wheels – the bar in the middle of the room and booths lining around the outside. But everything had a fresh look to it, a modern touch to my old home – in the style of Rylee, of course.

I push open the door to the back room, leaning against the door frame. My gaze hovers over the men sitting at the poker table, taunting each other as they throw in chips.

The light catches their attention and they look up, giving me a warm grin.

"There she is," Vito announces. "Someone to put you on your ass finally, Butch."

Butch chuckles, standing up. He walks around to an empty chair, pulling it out.

"Come join us, Lee," he says, tilting his head towards the chair. "We've saved you a seat."

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