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"Yeah? We need one," Finnegan says. "Black Valley just purchased a trucking company, which is so fucking smart; it's stupid our club hasn't already done that. And Griffin's Beach has the auto shop and strip club."
"What is it?" Mac asks.
"Tattoo shop."
Nelson's head snaps to look at him, and Max swallows. No one else seems to understand why the younger brother looks ready to be an only child.
"What tattoo shop?" Dax asks.
"Daphne's," he says, ignoring Nelson's death glares. "Her father started the shop and had to bring in investors to help pay for his medical bills. The manager they brought in is doing shady business dealings, and now the investors want to sell to a chain parlor that will take away all creative control from the artists. If I had to bet money, I'd say this Nick asshole is doctoring the books he's giving the investors while pocketing the rest of the cash he collects."
"You want us to buy your brother's ex's tattoo shop?" Chance asks. "Ballsy."
Nelson shakes his head. "What the fuck are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking we all love ink as much as we love pussy, and if we have a tattoo shop in our portfolio, not only do we make money, but we get in whenever we want. Besides, look at the work they do."
Taking off his kutte and pulling his shirt over his head, he turns to show them the new Drifters logo where the Hellraisers logo used to sit in the middle of his upper back.
"Holy shit," Kip says, his eyes wide. "How the fuck did they pull that off?"
"They’re good," he says and pulls his clothes back on, hoping no one asks which artist did it. "Every one of those artists is good, and we'd get one hell of a discount along with making money."
Mac looks around at everyone. "I know this is Nelson's ex we're talking about, but a tattoo shop makes sense for us."
Chance nods his head. "Yeah, I agree."
"I move to vote," Finnegan says.
Everyone except Nelson votes in favor of buying the shop, and Max feels like he can finally breathe. At least until Nelson decides to take out his knife and stab him in the ribs with it. He looks ready to murder Max.
"Can you get us the books?" Kip asks. "I'd like to look over them with Waylon, and I can get the investors' information. I'm guessing, if he's really doctoring the books, we won't need to pay a ton."
"We have the money, right?" Dax asks.
He nods. "We have enough to build our own shop if we really wanted to. Just harder to start from scratch."
"Do it."
"I'll get the books," Max nods.
"How the fuck are you going to do that?" Nelson growls. "Just go and ask your new best friend Daphne for them? Or did she ask you to do this?"
"She has no idea I’m bringing this to the club," Max says. "Look, Nelson, I know you don't-"
"Just stop," he says and stands as Dax bangs the gavel on the table. "Just fucking stop."
Chapter Thirty
Summerville
Venom
Venom leans against the side of the building he's had Marnie on now more times than he can truly count. He wishes they were going to meet in the extra room in the clubhouse to give him some extra time to worship every inch of skin, but tonight Snake sits inside drinking with his friends. Friends Venom will never have.
Marnie saunters over to him, and even though he knows she still will never pick him if given a choice, he can't stop. He's like a moth to a flame, and even if she burns him to a crisp, he can't stop thinking it's all worth it.
"Fancy meeting you here," Marnie says, her voice low and sultry.
