Forever, стр. 49

“Maybe.” I rub my beard.

King looks down at his phone and frowns. “Gutter hasn’t checked in since he met up with Sal,” he mutters.

“They could be riding.” I shrug. I watch him purse his lips in thought. “Actually, they may have stopped to rest. The three hours from Georgia are riding my ass right about now. Give them ‘til the morning. If you still feel like something is off, we can send reinforcements to meet them.”

“Brick, we’ve been brothers for a long time. Tell me this… why do I feel like we haven’t seen the tip of the iceberg? This shit isn’t the beginning. Whispers have been coming in from New York and Alabama. That’s why I wanted you in for church, but now I’m thinking I need to keep this one close to the chest. I need you to do what you do.”

“Talk to the Mayor?” I lift a brow.

“The Mayor, Governor, all our greedy friends who have their hands in our pockets. Someone isn’t happy with their cut. I want to know if they’re involved with Miguel or if we have more than one problem.”

I rub the back of my neck, but what I really want to do is throw this chair across the fucking room. This isn’t a request for tomorrow. What King actually just said is, “Get your ass back on your bike and find out what the fuck is going on, now. There will be no more talk.”

I get it. Sal is involved, in his mind nothing else matters. This is priority. I nod.

“When does Mix get back?” I ask, knowing the club VP is up north.

King sighs and purses his lips. “He’s checking into some things, but he’s heading in after.”

“You ready for that?” I ask, knowing Mix’s return holds a heavy weight over King’s shoulders for reasons I’m still trying to wrap my head around.

“I love that old man like a father.” King pauses. He shakes his head. “I just don’t know where all this is headed. I can see it all coming from miles away, but I can’t tell you what it is. Not just the shit I started. Something bigger is brewing. I’ll work shit out with the old man, but I think that’s the least of my worries.”

I sit forward with my brow furrowed. “The old man practically stepped out of the way to make you prez. He has a lot of respect for you. I don’t think this is going to be as big a problem as you think. As for the rest, we’ll shut that shit down. We’ve been running a tight ship for years. If it’s time for clocks to be cleaned, you know I’ve got your back.”

“Well, saddle up, brother. I think we’re in for a bumpy ride,” he grunts. He looks me in my eyes with his next words. “We’re dealing with Mags this time.”

I know his words are not a request, but a command. She needs to be handled one way or another. Mags is reckless.

King knows it and I know it. He doesn’t need to know why she’s here to know she’s here to cause some type of trouble. This isn’t the first time she has caused trouble around here for a little attention.

King has left dealing with her up to me. Mags should count herself lucky. Not anymore.

“Already done,” I say through my teeth.

King lifts to his feet. “Call me when you have information,” he says, dismissing me.

I don’t want to delay this anymore than I have to. I need to be on the road and back as soon as I can, so I can handle things with Eva. I get up with a heavy heart and leave. I won’t be holding Eva tonight and this shit is going to get a chance to fester.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath as I make my way out to my bike.

I’m getting too old for this shit. I’ll be glad when things pan out the way King has been planning. A big transformation has been in the works for the club.

I smile, that change is coming. I have no doubts about that. Everything is changing.