Page 9 of Tight

“Hey, hey! It’s Jay!” Mack clapped Jennings on the back hard enough to bruise before he made it a step into the club.

Turning to the guy, he gave him a chin lift in greeting and shrugged off the blow to the back he’d taken from the huge guy. Holding out his fist, he bumped knuckles with Mack.

“Hey, Jay.” The sultry blonde with dark eye makeup wrapped herself around Mack, her long fingernails red against the black leather he wore.

“What’s been going on around here?” He swept his gaze around the room. The usual number of Disciples were hanging out.

Mack jabbed a thick finger at the back of the room. “Mean game of pool happening. Jake the Snake is getting his snake charmed over in the corner.”

Jennings skimmed a look over the guy sitting on the couch, his cock buried in the throat of a fake redhead. That guy got more oral in one week than most men received in their lives.

Disgusted, he twisted away. His stare landed on something much, much worse.

Fuck. It was Bones. The guy who took Jennings along on that drug run.

He’d also been in the church. He was one of the few who knew that Jennings was there at the same time that Viper went missing.

He was staring back at Jennings.

In a blink he sized up the situation. Bones wasn’t the smartest, but he couldn’t be clueless or the club wouldn’t hold him in such high esteem and entrust him with their drug trade. That meant that Bones was capable of putting two and two together and coming to the conclusion that Jennings had something to do with Viper’s disappearance.

Fuck.

He’d play it cool and bide his time. But if anything came up, he wouldn’t hesitate to act.

At least Wren was at work. Bones couldn’t see her and make speculations.

Mack caught his attention again. “Cole needs to talk to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, man.” He smacked Mack on the back equally as hard as he had. He didn’t stick around to watch his reaction but made his way across the room toward Cole.

Cole saw him and flicked his fingers for him to follow him. The room in the back was one Jennings had only been in a handful of times—the first time when they patched him in.

As they walked in, he caught the scent of marijuana and cigars.

Cole turned to him. “I need you to do something for the club.”

Adrenaline trickled into Jennings’s system.

This was it. They were sending him on another drug run. He’d gather the rest of the information they needed to make the sting and bring down the Disciples.

“Sure. Anything you need, Cole.”

He reached two fingers into the leather pocket of his cut and extracted a slip of paper.

Jennings took it with a cocked brow. “This important, boss?”

“Yeah. There’s a big party tonight for the prez. We need supplies.”

Sliding his gaze from Cole, he glanced at the paper he held. He expected an address where he would be picking up the drugs himself. Or how the duffel bags got into the hands of the dealers. Or where the takeout bags at Shadowlands went after people picked them up.

If he got the last missing pieces of the puzzle, he could get out of the club and take Wren with him.

He skimmed the paper.

Cases of Beer

Vodka