Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 97

She nodded, handed Reb her pool stick and followed me down the hallway.

Once she was inside, she started to shut the door, “Leave it open,” I said as I made my way to my chair. I opened my beer, took a drink then asked, “So is this dinner that Miller will be attending tonight still on?”

“Yeah, it's their token show of supporting the local hospital. All the rich and shameless will be at it. I had to coordinate with Pam, Miller's secretary, to get tickets. Mr. Jerik had me make sure he wasn't at the same table as ‘the asshole,’ his words not mine, although I totally agree with Mr. Jerik.

“Agree with the man. Is it still at the Blackstone Country Club?” I queried.

“Yes. The schedule for the evening includes dinner, a silent auction, awarding the patrons who win an auction with their item, then dancing,” she informed me.

“Do you happen to know about what time people usually leave this type of event?”

“Pam and I talked about this the other day and by what she told me, I believe Mr. Jerik doesn't stay out as late as Miller does, but the last one Mr. Jerik went to, he bitched the following Monday morning about not getting home until almost eleven. He hates being around ‘insufferable people,’ again his words.”

“Huh. I actually think I like your Mr. Jerik,” I muttered as I let the info she just gave me dance around with the thoughts of what I was wanting to do. It would fucking work out perfectly.

“Thanks for the information. How are you liking it here? Was it what you were looking for?” I inquired.

“Yeah, it's been great. I've been pleasantly surprised that all the girls get along so well. I didn't think I would like any of them, because let's face it, most women are total bitches especially when men are involved. But no one here tries to attach themselves to just one man, so that makes being here a pure pleasure.”

“Good, happy to hear that. That's all I needed. Sorry to interrupt your game.”

“No problem, Dog.” She smiled at me as she turned and left.

Fuck. Since it actually looked like the cards were lining up so that we could end Miller's ass tonight, we might as well take advantage of it. That would be one less thing I had to worry about.

With the information we learned from Doom about Mr. Jerik, we'd managed to keep Amy's involvement at a bare minimum. She basically just verified information given to us from Mr. Jerik, although sometimes she ended up being a courier between Mr. Jerik and us and vice versa. I thought back to the results of the first letter she had carried to Mr. Jerik on June fifteenth. It resulted in a meeting the next day between Mr. Jerik, Viper, Blood, and me.

~*~

Mad Dog

June 16th, 1998

As we walked into The Watering Hole, I couldn't help thinking that once again Viper had made an excellent suggestion in turning one of the back storage rooms into a 'meeting room'. He'd said that with the need to keep Ava hidden, plus with more women and children on the compound now, keeping as much business away from it would provide better safety for our loved ones. His idea was dead on too because I'd do anything to keep the club and our families safe.

By having our meetings at the bar, we could keep business and family separate, plus we wouldn't have to travel into Rogers either. The bar, which we had officially bought a couple weeks ago, was outside of town by a few miles without any surrounding businesses or houses. This would allow us to monitor those coming and going.

Slade had talked to me about closing the place for a week or so in order to do some work on it and I had agreed. It was to officially reopen this Friday night. I noticed a few changes right off the bat as we walked up to the bar where Slade and Hatchet were restocking liquor.

“Damn, Slade, the place is looking good,” I told him as I continued looking around.

“If I had a little money to put into it, it would look a hundred times better. Some of the shit in here is way beyond its shelf life. Hatchet and I have patched up seats, tables, holes in the wall, hell, you name it and I think we've worked on it.”

“Let's see how business does and, if it looks feasible, we'll see what we can do about getting you some money to put into it.” I paused for a moment as I kept looking around, “I can't place my finger on it, but what did you do that has made this place look better already?”

Both started laughing and Viper smirked at me like always. I could even see that Blood and Slaughter realized what it was.

“You didn't paint it, because that's still the original paneling, but, damn, it looks different.”

“Yeah, Prez. We scrubbed the shit out of this place. No offense to Macky, but this place was a pig sty. We moved everything, booths and all, away from the walls and scrubbed the walls with industrial cleaner. Everything that was on the walls has been taken down and cleaned. We removed everything behind the bar and cleaned there as well and, fuck, don't get me started on the kitchen.”

He shuddered.

“We found fucking grease an inch thick in places,” Hatchet said. “I'm not sure how Macky passed any health inspections unless he was paying them off.”

“Did you guys by chance manage to work on that one spare storage room?” I inquired.

“Yeah, Prez. It's been cleaned out and a table and some chairs have been added in there. You should be good to go,” Slade replied.

“Good job. We're having a meeting back there in about twenty minutes. Slaughter will be bringing him in through the back, so just ignore us,”