Holy shit! “Am I going to get my own office?” She was trying not to bounce in her seat with excitement.
This was an awesome opportunity, especially if she was allowed to run it herself. She could put her business skills to use. Marketing, advertising…
Trip answered, “Not yet.”
Shit.
“Talked to Dutch already. You’re gonna work outta his office since the business will be slow to start and it’ll be a while before it starts bringin’ in scratch. If you can build it to the point it takes off, gets busy and starts bringin’ in enough scratch, we’ll get you set up somewhere else so you’d only have to concentrate on that. Look at it as motivation to grow that business. Club’s gonna buy two mobile homes to start. In six months, if we find it’s worth it, we’ll buy two more and so on.” He leaned forward and held her gaze. “Also, after a point, you’ll earn a percentage of the profits. In the meantime, Dutch will be payin’ you your salary and the club will be throwin’ you some extra scratch for runnin’ things ’til the business is self-sufficient.”
Holy shit! They were stepping in again in an effort to make her life even better. To give her the purpose she had lost along the way after graduating college and then after almost taking an unexpected, permanent nap.
“Just think, you might be able to afford somethin’ better than that shithole apartment you got now,” Deacon said. “In fact, your sister and I prefer you get a modular and put it near the other three so you’re close.”
The other three were where Judge, Cage and Rook lived all in a neat row.
“They ain’t the only ones,” Trip added. “You know how I feel about you livin’ in town even though it’s close to Dutch’s place and his garage.”
The only reason Deacon and Reese hadn’t moved into a modular themselves was Reese refused to give up her beautiful mountain home to move onto the farm and into a small modular. Reilly didn’t blame her not wanting to sell her dream home, but it was a point of contention between her and Trip, since the club president preferred everyone to live on the farm.
The only acceptable compromise they could come up with in Deacon and Reese’s case was for the couple to continue to divide their time between the farm and nearby Mansfield. Deacon kept the bunkhouse apartment, so the couple could spend weekends on the farm, and weeknights at her house, so she’d be near her law practice. Deacon didn’t mind the twenty-minute drive during the week to spend the night with his ol’ lady.
Reilly’s gaze swung between the two men. “Does Reese know about this?”
“Yeah. She’s in full agreement with the plan since you’ll be puttin’ your degree to better use and eventually makin’ a shitload more money if you make that business a success. She’s already workin’ on the paperwork to establish the business name, get the licenses, and all of that shit, plus draftin’ the contracts you’ll use for the rentals. Red’s gonna do the books for you, too, so you won’t have to worry ‘bout that.”
Holy shit!
“So, you onboard?” Trip asked.
“Hell yes!” she yelled, jumping to her feet. She barely managed to stop herself from dancing across the room. “I freaking love this idea!”
Should she hug them? She wanted to squeeze them both!
“And if the prospects give you any shit you can’t deal with, you know to come to us,” Deacon reminded her.
“I can handle a couple of prospects,” she told them with confidence.
“Figured that,” Trip said with a grin. “If anyone can snag them by the balls and keep ‘em in line, it’s you.”
“I can snag them but I just can’t suck them, right?” she teased the Fury president.
Trip dropped his head to stare at the table and shook it. When he finally lifted it, he said, “Make a deal with you. You convince Reese to take you off the list, we’ll take you off the list. But don’t want you causin’ any fuckin’ drama in the club ‘cause one of ‘em is bonin’ you one night and bonin’ someone else the next. The second you cause that drama, you’re back on that list,” Trip warned her. “You got me?”
She smiled. “I got you.”
“But ’til Reese gives the okay, you’re still stuck on it,” Deacon reminded her. “Don’t get a brother fucked up ‘cause you want to take a spin on his dick.”
She rolled her lips under and nodded.
“Good fuckin’ luck with your sister,” Trip said.
Unfortunately, she would need it.
But even so, this conversation had given her a lot of hope and a much brighter future.
Chapter Seventeen
Rev paused with a beer to his lips as Reilly came out of The Barn and practically bounced across the courtyard. Her movements looked like she had done a few lines of coke followed by a hit of acid.