Sons of Mayhem: The First Novel by Pink Nikki

Author:Pink, Nikki [Pink, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-08T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The Doctor bowed 45 degrees with his hands held by his side. He held the position for a second, before standing straight again. The Korean man in front of him nodded his head in response, not matching his bow.

Doc had made the two hour ride to Korea-town, Los Angeles for the meeting. He’d previously talked to more junior members of the gang, but this time he was to meet one of the top men. It was an honor, he knew, given only because of his own high-status position as a doctor, and as self-claimed acting president of the motorcycle club. “Come.”

The short Korean man, flanked by two much larger and younger men led the way from the entrance room into the complex behind. They passed a counter where a woman bowed respectfully to them as they passed, before heading through an unmarked door and then down a hallway until finally reaching an elevator. The doors stood open, and yet another man in a suit stood holding the up-button to make sure the doors didn’t close. He too bowed.

Don’t they get sore backs? Up, down, up, down. Fuck. The elevator ride was silent. Doc watched the elevator numbers tick up, 1…2…3…F…5… F? Is the counter broken? They exited on the sixth floor, which was the highest in the building.

The Doctor followed Mr. Lee to his office. It was in the corner and had floor to ceiling windows that would have given impressive views if there was anything impressive to see outside. Maybe it looks better at sunset.

There was perhaps the biggest desk he’d ever seen dominating the room, with an equally oversized chair behind it. Is that a fucking throne?. But the Korean mafia boss didn’t head to the desk. Instead he led them to the center of the room, where two gaudy sofas and an equally tacky coffee table were arranged. The two sofas; fake leather, painted with flowers, and covered in elaborate gold-colored studs; sat across from each other. Between them was the kind of antique table that was no doubt younger than anyone in the room.

Mr. Lee sat on one of the sofas, and one of his bodyguards directed Doc to the other. He sat down feeling uncomfortable, almost intimidated.

“So. You will act as our distributors?”

The Doctor nodded. “We will.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“The club decided it would be in our best interest. And we need the money.” He let out a chuckle at the last part. Mr. Lee didn’t laugh.

“You are the new president?”

“Yes.” Acting President. Same thing.

“When can you receive the first shipment?”

“Next week. I have a favor to ask though.”

Mr. Lee tapped his chin. “We don’t do favors.”

Shit. “In order to distribute as much as you are going to be supplying, we need to,” he paused for a moment to throw a meaningful look before continuing, “reduce the competition. Open the market a little.”

Mr. Lee nodded. “I see. I’m afraid my men are far too shy to work with you in that regard.”

The Doctor nodded.

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