Niro (Henchmen MC Next Generation 1)

When I glanced over, her gaze was moving across the room, taking in everything that I had been standing there looking at for the past ten minutes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Fallon has all the bravado, all the confidence, the impulsiveness that I guess Reign had when he was younger. But the fact that Finn put all this shit together in a couple hours makes me wonder if that sort of attention to detail and calm focus wouldn't make for a better leader. Especially with you guys diversifying into legit ventures too," she said, shrugging.

"You think?" I asked, looking around again, seeing the strings that connected certain major players he had mapped out. He'd even color-coded people based on seniority, had put small red tabs on the sides of their information sheets, each tab indicating a murder supposedly attributed to that person.

"Yeah, I mean, you know I love Fallon," she started, "but he's always been a punch first, ask questions later kind of person. Finn was always better with this kind of thing. Maybe because he was the youngest. With his sister becoming some badass assassin and then his brother becoming an MC president, he figured he needed to find his niche. I think he found it. The club won't have to outsource so much of their research to Hailstorm anymore. But I guess Reign wanted Fallon because he's just more of a natural leader. I guess Finn would make a good Secretary," she decided.

"Who would you have as Vice President if not Finn?" I asked. Typically, it just went through the family like that. Or, at least, that was how it had gone with Reign and his brother—and Vice President—Cash.

"I don't know. I think Brooks might be a good fit. More of a balance for Fallon's extremes. He's a hard worker. And he has the balls to stand up to Fallon if he needs to. Then you as the Sgt at Arms, you violent prick. Malc as the Road Captain like his old man. Seth as the Secretary... you guys are going to need some new members soon," she added. "You don't have enough people to even fill in all the basic positions of power."

"I think Reign is waiting for the rest of the Legacies to age up before he starts opening up to outsiders again. I'm surprised you're still here," I added. The trouble seemed to be de-escalated for the moment. "Don't you have a job to get to?"

"I'm heading there," she agreed. "I just wanted to see Andi for a few minutes."

"And now you're here to threaten me again?" I asked, giving her a smirk.

"Oh, the horrific mutilation I would impose upon your body would be talked about in hushed whispers by generations of jaded medical examiners if you ever hurt that girl," she agreed. "But, no, I wasn't here to threaten you. Just to say that I am glad you got your head out of your ass. I was worried it might need to get surgically removed. It's nice to see you guys together," she added, giving me a sly smile.

It was right in that moment that I realized this generation of Navesink Bank women had their very own matchmaker. And unlike in the previous generation, it wasn't a hopeless romantic who read romance novels by the dozen at night while kicking ass by day.

Oh, no.

It was the jaded, tough-as-nails, "love is a lie made up by the greeting card people" soon-to-be private investigator.

Life was starting to get really interesting.

I was curious to see how things were going to go in the coming years.

But for the time being, I was happy to be mostly thinking about my woman, then getting back to her once Fallon and Finn were done filling us in on the cartel.

"So what you are saying is, you have no fucking idea if they are a threat to us or not," Fallon concluded when Finn finished speaking, needing to get a drink because he'd taken so long.

"I'm saying if we play our cards right, we might be able to keep the peace," Finn suggested.

"And we should want to keep the peace with a violent cartel dealing drugs in our town?" Fallon asked.

"Third Street sold H for years and no one did anything. Lyon sold cocaine. That idiot we went to school with sells shrooms and acid. We looked the other way for them. Unless we have a reason to engage, I don't see why we shouldn't in this situation too. I think there is enough going on with the new MC, with new generations taking control of their parents' empires. We don't know what is coming our way. Why seek out trouble if we don't need to?"

"Your brother has a point," Reign said from his position lounging on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table that was scuffed from so many of us doing the exact same thing. "Besides, seems like it's the women who come into this club that tend to be the ones bringing all the trouble our way," he said, sharing a look with his men, most of whom knew intimately what he was talking about.