Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Otherwise, they had to come up with another idea. And he really fucking liked the idea of a dispensary. Once the state legalized pot for recreational use, they’d already have their fucking boots in the door.
“Which club sister do we trust the most?” Zeke asked the table.
“If we’re talkin’ ‘bout the women we grew up with, then all of ‘em,” Zane answered. “Can’t trust any outsiders to not screw over the club.”
At least he and his brother agreed on that. The rest of the officers at that table probably did, too.
“Know it ain’t gonna be Vi, Indie, or Scarlet since they gotta keep on the down low,” Rage said.
Wheels added, “Scarlet’s outta pocket, anyway.”
Vi’s youngest sister was still in the Army National Guard and would be for a while, but then, she had been determined to become a Guard Green Beret and, damn if she didn’t manage to pull it the fuck off.
Zeke had no problem admitting all three of Diesel’s daughters were badasses, but then they grew up and trained with the baddest badasses of all time: the original Shadows.
“What about Lyric?” Zane asked after a solid minute of silence around the table. “Then we can put the tattoo shop under the LLC. Won’t be as controversial as the strip club, the gun shop, or even the pawn shop.”
“Or Piper and the gym,” Wheels suggested.
“How about both?” Cruz asked. “That’d give us plenty of capital between those two businesses.”
“Think they’d agree?”
Rage answered Chaos’s question with one of his own. “They got a fuckin’ choice?”
Rage already knew the answer to his question, but Zeke answered it anyway to make sure everyone at that table was clear about that point. “Fuck no. The men make the fuckin’ decisions when it comes to this goddamn club. Some of you keep forgettin’ that. My bitch-ass brother was pickin’ up lunch for Bri like she got his nuts in a vice.”
Cruz hooted. “‘Cause Chill wants what’s down her fucking pants.”
“No shit,” Wheels exclaimed. “If she told Chill to bend over so she could peg him, he probably would.”
Everyone laughed except for Zane and Chaos, Bri’s twin.
“For fuck’s sake, talkin’ ‘bout my goddamn sister,” Chaos barked. “Don’t need that fuckin’ nightmare in my head.”
Zeke snorted. “Same with me ‘bout my baby brother.” But he was more amused than disgusted since he actually agreed with Wheels.
His brother had been lusting over Bri for a damn while. Zane could deny it all he fucking wanted but it was too damn obvious.
“Could be treasure down her pants. Maybe even a pink pearl.” Wheels squinted one eye and yelled, “Aye, matey! Gimme some of that ol’ peg leg!”
“That kinda peggin’ will get you splinters,” Rage said.
Zeke smirked. “Sounds like you know from experience, brother.”
Zane slapped his hand on the table. “This fuckin’ conversation’s goin’ sideways. Can we get the fuck back on track?”
Funny how his brother wasn’t so “chill” all of a sudden.
“Well, the finances ain’t the only shit we gotta think about,” Cruz told them. “Just so you know, we’re gonna need to provide a detailed description of business organization and activities.”
“Easy. Sellin’ weed, smokin’ weed, pocketin’ the scratch we get for weed. A little for the state, a little for us.”
Cruz continued like Zeke hadn’t said a fucking thing. “Need to also prove that we have the ability to ‘maintain effective security and control to prevent diversion, abuse or other illegal conduct,’” he directly quoted off some document sitting in front of him. “Need evidence of municipality zonin’ requirements compliance. And to provide a diversity plan,” he finished reading.
Zeke jerked his chin at Zane. “Get Lily on all that shit. She can handle it and make it sound professional. As for the diversity shit, hopefully the women count toward that requirement. Also might help that Lyric’s part Lakota. So is Nix, so he might be the perfect manager for the dispensary, too.”
“That’s a damn good idea.” Cruz slid the paper over to Zane.
Zeke tapped his temple with his finger. “Got ‘em sometimes.”
“Few and fuckin’ far between,” Rage grumbled under his breath. Louder, he asked, “We done here?”
Zeke’s eyebrows shot up. “Got somethin’ more important to do? It’s fuckin’ over when I fuckin’ say it’s over.” He pointed to the gavel nearby. “Who fuckin’ controls that?”
With a scowl, Rage crossed his arms over his chest. “The strip club don’t manage itself.”
“Been standin’ for over thirty fuckin’ years,” Zeke reminded him. “Thirty more minutes ain’t gonna make a goddamn difference.” He turned toward his younger brother. “What about growin’ it? You look into that?”
Zane nodded. “Yeah, but loads more bullshit to wade through and deal with. Best to start with the dispensary and see how that goes first. ‘Specially since there ain’t one in Shadow Valley.”
Even better. They could corner the market in their area. And once they were established, prevent anyone else from opening another one.