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“Nope,” Mammoth admitted.
“After dinner, we’re watching the Avengers.”
“Oh, boy. You’re in for it now,” I teased.
“I don’t mind,” Mammoth assured me with a grin.
As soon as we finished eating, Jacob led Mammoth to the couch, ordered him to put on Avengers, and watched the entire thing from start to finish, pointing out every important detail. For two and a halfhours.
That big biker? He never stopped listening or smiling.
Chapter 3
“It’s too fucking quiet, pres. I don’t like it,” Rael grumbled, folding his arms as he leaned back in his seat. “Quiet means plannin’, and whatever it is ain’t good.”
“For once, I agree with my brother,” Chrome growled. “Too fucking quiet.”
Rael snorted but didn’t respond.
Grim ticked his chin toward me. “Your thoughts, V.P.?”
“Too goddamn quiet.”
Grim scrubbed a hand down his face, a sign he was annoyed.
“Pres, we know the Scorpions are out there. They’re not gonna pull any shit until Razr is out of prison. I don’t expect a fuckin’ thing to go down until he’s released. Once he is, he’s gunnin’ for you and the club.”
Grim nodded and lit a smoke. “That’s a good bet.”
“So we wait, and we play it cool. Watch our backs,” Rael suggested. “Maybe take on a couple of new prospects.”
“And if something don’t feel right, pres, you put the Reapers to work,” Bodie added.
Grim scratched his jaw. “New prospects?” He flicked ash into the tray on the end of the table.
Wraith shrugged. “Zane pulls his weight, but a couple of new prospects would help with security.”
“Then I need your recommendations,” Grim informed us before slamming down his gavel. “Get them to me by the end of the week. Church dismissed.”
Chairs scooted, and boots scuffed the ground as the chapel cleared. Everyone left but me, per usual. Grim liked to speak one on one after church to get my thoughts on the shit I didn’t say in front of the whole club. Not secrets per se, but things I wanted torun by him before we brought it to all the members or decided to vote.
“Tell me about this woman you found and her son.”
“Rowen Casey and her son Jacob. He’s six. I haven’t learned much about them yet. Just got her settled in last night at one of the houses we use for Hope’s Refuge.”
He leaned back in his chair, finishing the beer he brought in with him for the meeting. “And the kid?”
“I like him. He’s smart, and he’s different.”
“Different, how?”
“Like I told you on the phone, he sees things. He knows shit, and it’s not prophetic. Jacob knows how we reap souls. He saw it happen. Past or future, I’m not sure, but the kid has a gift.”
Grim ran his hand over his jaw. “I got a feelin’ about him. My Reaper wants to see his aura.”
“I plan on bringing them to the next family function.”
“Good. Have Snooki plan a barbecue at the end of the month.”