Page 22 of The Originals
“I say we take on Sal.”
Mick drew in a breath and subtly shook his head. Mack had always been unpredictable and not the most profound thinker. He was more about flexing muscles than using the strongest muscle in his body. His brain.
“You’re suggesting starting a war?” Jack cocked his brow. “That’s your idea?”
“Yeah, it fucking is,” Mack snapped, and spun, looking at the members. “We got the numbers.”
Grain scoffed. “Are you fucking crazy? Sal’s got numbers we don’t see. He’s got his people everywhere. We start anything with the Underground, we may as well sign our own fucking death certificates.”
Grain wasn’t always the most level-headed, but he was speaking the truth. Mick looked over at his president. Jack took a long pull from his cigarette and sat in silence. This wasn’t a decision that would be made tonight.
“Gonna make some calls.” Jack paused, glancing around the room, then zoning in on Mack. “You get the name of the club?”
Mack sneered. “Some bullshit name. I don’t fucking know.”
Jack slammed his hand on the table, gaining everyone’s attentions. “Well, fucking find out. Not gonna let anyone take a shot at this club without retribution.”
Someone would pay for their mistake.
Chapter Five
Meg sat at the bar, sipped her beer, and tried to refrain from looking at her watch again. She’d already done it four times. When Mick excused himself, he’d said it would only be fifteen minutes. It was now going on forty. So much for his promise of staying by her side.
With most of the members in the meeting, the party seemed to thin out, but it didn’t stop the orgy-style gathering in the corner of the room. If anything, it gave her an unwanted but unobstructed view. There wasn’t an ounce of concern for anyone who saw them. When another man walked over, unzipping his jeans, Meg jerked her head. She’d reached her limit of live sex shows for one night.
“Get me two beers, Coll.” The girl bumped into Meg’s arm without apology. It could have been an honest accident of which she was oblivious. But Meg had her doubts since she’d been the same woman who’d greeted Mick when he’d walked in.
“Got it.” Colleen moved quickly behind the bar as another woman came up, eyeing Meg. It felt like a planned ambush. She watched the blonde and redhead whisper something then forcibly laugh.Do better, girls. No one’s buying into your bullshit.
“You’re here with Mick, right?” the redhead asked.
That wasn’t subtle. Meg resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming next.
“Yes.”
The redhead glanced around dramatically. “Where is he?”
“I think the better question is, who’s he with?” the blonde beside her said, then giggled.
So fucking catty.
“In the back. Not sure exactly who he’s with.” Meg smirked, staring directly at the blonde. “But I know who he’snotwith.”
The woman scowled.That landed well.Meg grabbed her beer, taking another sip.
“Mick’s a sweetheart,” the redhead said.
“And a lot of fun.” The blonde leaned closer. “A lot offuckingfun.”
“Here you go.” Colleen placed the beers on the opposite side of the bar. It could’ve been for convenience, but it seemed like a calculated move to get the girls away from Meg. She wasn’t sure if it was to the girl’s benefit or Meg’s. But it was appreciated either way.
“Don’t listen to Bebe.”
Bebe?
Meg chuckled. “Bebe. Does that stand for bitter blonde?”
Colleen laughed. “It does now.”