Zero Tolerance (Lost Kings MC 12)

My business and bloodshed skills are tight. Diplomacy, well, could use some work.

As if he read my mind, Rock places both hands on my shoulders and looks me dead in the eyes. “I have no doubt in my mind that you can handle this, Angus. You’re ready. I’m a selfish, greedy fuck who doesn’t want to lose one of his best brothers.”

There’s a lump in my throat and I choke it down before lifting my chin and smirking at Rock. “You’re not gonna cry, are you, Prez?”

“Fuck off.” He laughs and shoves me backwards.

Wrath joins us. “Let me guess.” He jerks his head toward the blacked-out SUV we’re standing next to. “Shadow will be heading to Mississippi in a body bag?” There’s a little too much glee in Wrath’s voice at the idea of Priest blowing a hole in Shadow’s chest.

Rock snorts and shakes his head. “It’s possible. But we have more important matters to discuss.” He jerks his chin at me. “Say congratulations to the temporary President of the downstate charter of the Lost Kings MC.”

Thirty

Z

“We’re losing our VP and getting a prospect in return? Are you fucking kidding me?” Wrath bitches.

“I’m not exactly thrilled here, brother.” Understatement of the century. Uprooting my life for the second time in about as many months is beyond fucking annoying. But it’s what we do.

Not like Priest had given any of us a choice in this mess. Nor should he. We can’t allow any other club to think our downstate charter is weakened in any way. They’ll see it as a prime opportunity to move in on territory that the Lost Kings MC have dominated for years.

“Don’t take it out on Stitch. Not his fault,” I remind him.

Stitch had helped the girls out when we took our trip to National and Birch claims he’s a solid guy. Still, he’ll be heading upstate where Wrath can keep an eye on him until we trust him more.

Priest also plans to leave a few general members from his club with us. They’ll join me downstate. More like spy on me and report back to Priest, but whatever.

Murphy also gets the privilege of accompanying me for the restructuring of downstate. Something he’s not exactly thrilled about.

“You wanted more responsibility,” Rock reminds him. “Here it is.”

“Christ, Rock, you know why this is an issue.”

“No, please enlighten me.”

“Rock,” Wrath interrupts. “I can’t afford to lose Murphy long-term right now.”

“And I can’t afford to lose Z, but here we are.” Rock pinches the bridge of his nose. “For the initial transition, I want Murphy and Teller with you, Z.”

“Whoa, what now?” Teller asks.

Ignoring him, Rock continues. “It needs to be crystal clear that we’re not to be fucked with. When you feel confident Sway’s crew understands, send Murphy back.”

“Uh?” Teller raises his hand.

Rock slowly swivels his head Teller’s way and stares him down. “I’m sorry. Did I stutter?”

Murphy’s still grumbling and Rock pokes him in the chest over the Lost Kings MC patch stitched onto his cut. “Are you forgetting what this means? I need you to step up here. I do not want to send Z to take over their fucking clubhouse by himself. You’re smart enough to understand why. I trust you to have his back.”

Finally, Murphy calms down. “I know.”

“Heidi will understand, and you know we’ll help her out with whatever she needs. It’s not for-fucking-ever.”

“All right. Sorry, Prez.”

Teller slaps Murphy’s arm, apparently warming up to the idea. “Once it’s safe, why don’t we look for a house to rent near their clubhouse? Then the girls can come down with us on the weekends. It’ll be like Florida.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“That’s better,” Rock says.

Maybe Teller’s a genius after all. Renting a place where she and Chance can come stay might make it easier to explain the situation to Lilly.

“Rock, if this goes on long-term, let’s think about sending Dex down. Maybe the change of scenery will be good for him,” I suggest. “Bricks can handle Crystal Ball if he gets more support.”

“All right. I’ll leave that up to you after this transition period.” He glances at the hospital. “Who knows. Sway’s an ornery motherfucker, he might be fine in a month or two.”

“Sure, ’cause that’s how things work out for us,” Wrath says.

Thirty-One

Z

Shadow took the news that I’d be in charge of downstate better than anyone expected, which doesn’t exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy about the situation.

He sits down with me to go over a few issues the club’s having under Priest’s watchful eye.

Janice returns with an update—her father’s still unconscious. Tawny is still MIA.

What seems like hours later, Shadow takes Priest and his crew to the clubhouse.

Wrath bumps my elbow and mutters, “Incoming.”

Rock and I turn around to find the VP of the Devil Demons MC and his father-in-law strolling into the hospital.

“Why the fuck are Chaser and DeLova here?” I ask under my breath.

“DeLova must’ve changed his mind about Sway and decided to work with him. He’s probably here to check on his investment,” Rock answers. A little harsher, he adds, “Don’t give a fuck why he’s here. Under no circumstances are we taking on whatever deal he has with Sway.”

“Got it,” I agree.

“Rock!” Chaser walks up and holds out his hand. “Good to see you, brother. Not under these conditions, of course.” He nods at Wrath and me, then focuses on Rock again. “How’s Sway?”

“No news yet.”

Not one who enjoys being ignored, DeLova clears his throat. Before the old man can open his mouth, Chaser rolls his eyes slightly. “Rock, Z, you remember my father-in-law.”

As if anyone could forget the should-be-dead-by-now mafia boss. “How are you, Mr. DeLova?”

“Troubled, Mr. North. At your suggestion, I gave some jobs to Sway and now this.”

No one can ever accuse the old man of beating around the bush. Normally, I’d say that’s a quality we all appreciate. By Rock’s posture, though, I’m guessing he’d rather gut DeLova than have this conversation.

“I’m pretty sure he wasn’t planning to get shot,” I say in an effort to diffuse the situation.

DeLova ignores my comment—for now—and gets down to the reason for his visit. “Do you know what happened yet? Is it related to your MC dealings or is it something more personal?”

“Like I said, we’re not sure yet. And just as a reminder our ‘MC dealings’ are separate entities,” Rock says.

“I respect that, Rock. I really do, but I’m in a bind here. Your club brother has placed me in a precarious position.”

Wrath actually growls and I subtly bump him with my elbow. “What do you need, DeLova?” I ask.

His arrogant gaze scans me before deciding I’m worthy of answering. “I’ve extended some credit to certain individuals who are now late in their payments. Sway was supposed to get the accounts up-to-date for me. Soon.”

“You fucking serious?” Rock asks.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

I’m a little taken aback that Sway’s been reduced to breaking the kneecaps of degenerate gamblers for DeLova. Lost Kings haven’t been in that line of work in a long damn time. Sway must be more desperate for money than we thought.

Maybe it’s time to get us back out of that business. Now that I’m running Sway’s charter against my will and all.

“I’m handling things while Sway’s recovering, and I’m not—”

“Congratulations. It’s only two accounts right now, Z,” DeLova says immediately warming up to me. “One even lives upstate in your territory.”

How convenient.

He hands over a yellow slip of paper and I glance at it, planning to tell him I’m not available.

But then I reco

gnize one of the names.

Fuck me fucking sideways.

It can’t be, but it’s not exactly a common name. And the address is the very same house I had dinner at not that long ago.

A business address is also listed.

“The first prick claims he’s been ill and that’s why he’s behind.”

Yeah, that’s never an acceptable excuse for a guy like DeLova. “How much is he into you for?”

“Fifty K and rising.”

Jesus Christ.

“They’re not far,” I say as casually as possible. The last thing I need is this fucker knowing I have any connection to one of his gamblers. Not right now, anyway. “Since these are so overdue, I’ll take care of ‘em for you, but that’s it. I’m not handling any more of these. If Sway wants to when he’s better, that’s up to him,” I say.

Rock gives me the side-eye but doesn’t contradict me. I’ll have to explain it to him after DeLova goes.

On second thought, no. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. Not even Rock. I’m the one in charge of the downstate charter for the near future.

I’ll get this done for DeLova, then end this relationship under the guise of ‘new leadership.’ Yeah, that won’t piss DeLova off at all.

Rock waits until DeLova and Chaser move on to the waiting room to talk to Wrath and the others before pushing me into an empty room.