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“Smooth.” I let the smoke out and enjoyed the hit that rushed through my body. “Strong, too.”
“It’s called Better Days.” He stroked his beard and let out a huff.
“Okay, what’s eating your ass?”
“I’m worried about ya. You’re holding on to some shit. You got jumped in a parking lot, and again at Grim’s hotel.”Two times at Secrets, but I didn’t correct him. “I don’t know, maybe you should take up that offer that Hong guy offered you.”
“How did you know about the offer?”
“I hear stuff. As much as it would kill me to see you go, I don’t like seein’ you get hurt.”
“I love that you care about me, Morgan,” I squeezed his hand on the steering wheel, “but I’m not gonna let someone like Sasha Landry or Sonny Conti drive me out of my job. Jerks are everywhere and aren’t you forgetting about the biggest jerk I deal with every single day?” I sighed as the drugs took hold. “My father’s made my life hell since I was fifteen. I’ve hung on this long. I can deal with these guys, too.”
“You act tough, sweetheart, but you don’t know who’s really pulling your strings. Sasha and Sonny are assholes, but they’re probably low on the food chain. I don’t want anything happenin’ to you.”
“I’ll live. I always do.” I looked over at him. “Can this be a free pass weekend? No drama.” I paused. “Well, other than the sheer entertainment Rail brings to every party. I just need some time with the spotlight off me.”
“Yeah,” he smirked, “just for this weekend.”
“Good.” I reached back, opened the cooler, and pulled out two chilled energy drinks. I opened one and gave it to him then sat back and looked out the window. We were on a side road, driving straight toward some smoke in the distance.
“Party’s already started.” Morgan chin-pointed at the smoke.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“When did Grim join the DR? And why haven’t I run into him with you guys before?”
“Mmm,” he nodded like he was remembering it, “Grim met Trigger and Elio after Trigger took over the Lost Lives tournament in LA. It’s an underground fighting competition. The best of the best go there to compete. Grim made a name for himself there. He could finish a guy off in under five seconds. They nicknamed him the Vegas Reaper.”
“Damn.” I could only imagine how fitting that name was.
“Elio tested him to see if he’d take a fall. Grim’s got integrity, wouldn’t cheat. Trigger started mentoring him, and three years later he asked Grim to join the club. He and Trig and Elio are good friends, and now it’s more a partnership.”
“What do you mean?”
“The three of them have slowly been takin’ over Vegas.” He paused as if to choose his words carefully. “They’re a force to be reckoned with, to say the least.” He grinned proudly. “So, the fact that shit is happening means something pretty fucking huge is coming or is already here. Either way, it’s gonna be ugly.” I nodded. That was a road I didn’t want to even think about.
“I’ve worked with Jim for a while now. If they’re all so close, I still can’t figure out why I never heard his son was in the DR.”
“We kept his membership low-key while he was away in Mexico. He got pulled into some shit down there. He had to disassociate with us as he got deeper in with some drug lord.”
“Castillo?”
“Yeah.” He studied me for a moment, probably shocked I knew the name. “He even did some dealings with the Stripe Backs, but he always made sure Trigger knew exactly what was goin’ on.”
“He’s loyal.”
“Very.” He nodded. “He always kept that he was part of our club quiet. We don’t exactly fit the mold for his business. Not that it’s ever stopped Grim from making sure we feel comfortable at the hotel. There’s always been two sides to Grim, the high-powered businessman who makes million-dollar deals over breakfast, and the man who would snap your neck if you so much as looked at him the wrong way. He’s my favorite.” He chuckled darkly then shrugged. “Minnie’s been good at keeping you out of shit that’s associated with us, but you coming to this party will suck you in deeper. You sure you’re ready for that?”
“I think I’m more afraid of the shit I’m bringing to you,” I answered honestly.
“In that case,” he nodded toward the windshield, “welcome to the party, Kenna.”
Holy shit…
Nestled up against a mountain that horseshoed around a massive area was one huge-ass party. Trailers, tents, trucks, and bikes were littered everywhere. At least two hundred people partied like it was spring break. Fire pits burned beside tables, barbecues glowed, even blown-up pools and misting machines could be seen. I couldn’t begin to fathom organizing a party like this out in the middle of the desert.
