Red's Peril Part 1: The making of an MC Prez (Satan's Devils MC Las Vegas Chapter) by Manda Mellett

Author:Manda Mellett [Mellett, Manda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781912288991
Publisher: Trish Haill Associates
Published: 2021-10-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

“You made your mark.” Rainman raises a glass my way that evening after church.

I’ve spent the day touring around the various businesses. The auto-shop is good, well positioned, but could do with some updated equipment. Titch is old-school, failing to recognise cars and bikes are increasingly being driven with electronics. To give him his due, the old biker seemed interested when I’d pointed it out and had given me the go ahead to have a word with Keys on my return about getting the computer shit updated, and purchasing diagnostic equipment.

The strip club, well, what can I say? Lacklustre and rundown. If it wasn’t dead cheap to enter, it would probably get no patrons. The pawn shop was exactly what I’d expected and seems to be running just fine. I’d even stopped off at the locked-up tattoo parlour. The location was good, but no other brother had inking experience. I wondered whether we could tempt an artist to work for the club and decided to raise my idea at the table.

Keys’ security business interested me the most. He’s a whizz with alarms and cameras, and had a growing clientele. The only room for improvement was bringing other brothers in on what he was doing. He’d tended to play it close to his chest, but I thought he’d benefit from help in some quarters.

It was obvious all the legit businesses had to be beefed up to make up for the loss in other income.

I realise Rainman is waiting for me to address his statement. “Have I?” I belatedly answer the VP.

“Well, for a start, you forced us to address the situation. In one meeting, the club lost three members and gained one.” He grins as if that wasn’t unwelcome. “Then those observations about the businesses are spot-on. Do you know just how fuckin’ tactful you had to have been to make Titch consider changes? The old guy’s never wanted to move on, despite what we’ve been telling him. In one fuckin’ day, you got him to agree to computerisation.”

Despite our clashes in the meeting, I’d gotten on with Titch on his home turf, probably as we spoke the same language. He had been impressed with the rebuild on my bike and understood why I didn’t want to part with it.

“You’ve got a way about you.” Rainman raises his chin as he assesses me. “Cool, calm, but firm, and likeable. I can see why Drummer recommended you.”

Yet again my face glows. Damn complexion.

I shrug off his compliment. “I just call things as I see them.”

He tilts his bottle toward the bar where Josh—no, Joker—is demanding Shadow’s attention. “Patching him in was a good move. Gave us something positive to focus on.”

I grin, remembering how we’d mentally tortured the poor man. I think Joker had thought we were throwing him out of the club, but fuck knows why he’d think that. He’d appeared cowed and acted as though he’d been expecting to be kicked to the kerb. When we’d relented and passed him his patches, he’d damn near broken down.

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