Page 31 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
Then, Chops got creative. “So, I wanna run some of my new ideas past you guys and see what you all think. We won’t take any formal votes because these aren’t the kinds of things I need votes with, but I do want input from my guys.”
We all nodded in unison before Chops looked at me. “I don’t know how much you’ve been told about things since you’ve been gone, but a few things have changed.”
I stuck my tongue into the inside of my cheek. “Yep. I figured as much.”
“So, you know we’ve been making money not just with the chop shop, but some wheeling and dealing on the side.”
I blinked. “Nope. Did not know that.”
“Wheeling” was a code word used in our area for running guns, and “dealing” was the unanimous word for peddling drugs. But had he just told me—straight to my face—that he had broken two of the biggest fucking rules of this club while I’d been locked up?
I looked out at the sea of faces of my men, but almost all of them couldn’t look me in the fucking eyes.
What the hell happened to my club? “I take it you’ve got better ideas now?”
Chops nodded. “Actually, yes. We’ve made a killing while you were locked up on the wheeling and dealing, but I know of a market that’s making its way into this area that we could really make bank on.”
Archer leaned forward. “High-end cars? You thinkin’ about takin’ things up a notch?”
Cole grinned. “It’s about damn time. Those puppies, especially when modded, sell for a fuck ton. And we’ve been getting a lot of whispers about having them on the streets now.”
Porter raised his hand. “I’ve got a couple of clients already lined up looking for some high-end tech in their high-end cars if that’s what we’re about to get into. They’ve practically been hounding me about it.”
But Chops simply shook his head. “No, no, no. That’s little time shit. This club is much better and has many more uses than what Hyde used to do.”
It took all I had not to lunge at this bastard when he mentioned that name. “So, what is it? Spit it out.”
Chops eyed me hotly. “Who’s in control of this meeting?”
I shrugged. “I was under the impression that we all guided it. You know, since we’re all important.”
Chops’ temples twitched. “Anyway, I think we could easily make four times what we’re pulling a month right now if we add a few lady auctions to our docket.”
The room fell silent before Porter spoke. “You mean, like a charity auction?”
Cole snickered. “Not that I don’t like a good charity, but uh, it’s not really our style, Chops.”
I ground my teeth together. “You mean trafficking.”
Chops’ eyes met mine as the room came to an ultimate standstill. It didn’t even sound like the guys were breathing. And when Chops didn’t correct me, it took everything I had inside of me not to lunge across the fucking room and dig his testicles out through his god damn anus.
“Since when do we hurt women, Chops?” I asked.
Archer leapt out of his seat. “I will not get into some fucking bullshit, down-right dirty-ass slave or sex trade that preys on the innocent women in this town. And if this is the kind of club we’ve turned into? I’ll gladly hand you my leather cut.”
Porter nodded. “Same. I won’t be a participant in this nonsense.”
I shrugged. “You can count me in, and you can consider me a rat. Because if that’s the route you really want to take? I’ll give you my leather jacket and walk my happy ass straight over to the cops.”
Chops slowly stood. “Those are some serious words coming from your mouth.”
I clicked my tongue. “Serious words for a serious problem.”
Cole sighed. “This group has always had an unspoken agreement that we’d never harm women, children, or families intentionally.”
Chops snickered. “And what the fuck do you think you’ve been doing since you started selling thsoe drugs for me, huh?”
I came to Cole’s defense. “He’s probably just following the orders of a president who’s supposed to have our best interest in mind.”
Chops growled. “I do have their best interest in mind.”
I walked up to him, standing toe to toe. “There’s more to someone’s well-being than money. You should know that after spending the bulk of your tenure with this club as Hyde’s V.P.”
He snarled. “Well, Hyde isn’t president anymore, now, is he?”
Because you killed him. “Watch your next set of words.”
Chops chuckled as he held out his arms. “This is the future, boys!”
I watched him back up before he leaned against the front door. Almost as if he were preventing any of us from leaving.
“The future is in trafficking. It might suck, and you might not like it, but think of it this way: with every auction we throw, we can also sell our services. The drugs. The chop shop. The mechanics we have on speed dial. We can sell everything in one place and capitalize on a very serious opportunity.”
