Page 19 of Conan
“Six days. It runs from Saturday to Thursday so they won’t be expected back in their office until Monday. Tuesday at the latest,” Kodiak amends. “That’ll give us three to four days with them.”
“Are we going to have eyes on them while they’re in our area?” Triton inquires. I’m actually surprised to see him interact, he’s usually the one who sits back, observes, and takes orders without adding his two cents or asking questions.
“From the moment they cross the state lines,” Risk answers. “Once they’re in their rental, Auto will tap into their GPS and follow them all the way in. Stixx and Rev will be in one of our vans at the border of Texas and Arkansas as they cross, waiting to give them a silent escort.”
“And they’ll stick with them the entire time they’re in town?” I ask.
“No, we’ll already have men booked and at the hotel waiting and ready. They’re also taking part in this retreat under the guise of our business,” Kodiak enlightens.
“Who’s on the roster for us?” I keep going, wanting to know what he’s thinking.
Kodiak gives me a speculative look before asking me, “Can you keep your eye on the prize and not let your anger override you, Conan?”
“For Demi, I could eat a shovel full of shit with a smile on my face and deal,” I ascertain. “All with a smile on my face.”
“That’s not a visual I needed in my head,” Risk snarks, his nose scrunched up, wrinkled with disgust.
“It gets the point across,” I contend.
“That it does,” Midas says, his hand lowered to his belly where he’s rubbing it in circles in attempts to soothe it. He’s always been more sensitive when it comes to the gross stuff than the rest of us. Which is why he has the job he does as our treasurer—it keeps him out of the thick of the more gruesome activities that the Deviant Knights get into.
“Can we get back to the point and stop getting sidetracked?” Kodiak questions, getting us back on our agenda.
“Absolutely,” I say, leaning my arms on the table, and fisting my hands, giving him my eyes. “Please tell us who’s going undercover.”
“I’m splitting us up, if you’re not included on this outing don’t be offended, I need men, good men, men I trust, here watching over the women, business, and club.” When he receives nods from all around the table he continues, “I’ll be going, so will Conan, Risk, Rev, and Midas. Regulator, Hemi, and Auto, along with the prospects will stick around here and man the club. Everyone good with that?”
It makes sense for him to take our enforcer and leave our sergeant-at-arms behind. They both have essential roles in keeping the club safe and in line. We’ll need one of them with us while the other keeps things running here, the way they should be ran, while we’re away.
Now that we have who’s going and who’s not hashed out, we come up with a game plan. We’ll befriend the four assholes during ‘bonding’ exercises and other group activities. It’s no skinoff my teeth to catch them as they freefall and let them slip through my arms. I am a clumsy fucker, or at least I can portray one and win an Academy Award while at it for my performance.
“We’re booked and are officially on the team build roster,” Auto announces at church a week later. “I had to jump through some hoops to get us a last minute entry, and I had to grease a few hands to get us there, but we’re in and I bribed the front desk clerk to assign us a room directly beside the four dead men walking.”
The brothers and I snickered when we found out the reasons for this retreat. After Demi resigned without notice, the company bigwigs decided her field teammates, excluding the women, needed to learn how to be team players. They assumed it was something the four pricks had done during the last trip, which was so close to the truth it wasn’t funny, that it caused one of their top employees to flee. Even though I feel like she should’ve reported it to HR because it’s probable they’ve done it to others, at the end of the day, she was scared because of their threats. Still, we’re going to get her justice, Deviant Knights style, and those fuckers willneverassault another woman again by the time we’re done.
Mainly because they won’t be within the earthly realms any longer, but those are just details.
The corporation, Periwinkle and Dyke, which caused another round of laughter to reverberate around the room when it was publicly announced because fuck me, if that’s not the funniest name to give an organization, couldn’t imagine how deplorable these four men can be and the things they did tomywoman.
Human resources would have a field day dishing out money if they even had the smallest hint or a clue to what she’d been put through by men they’d employed.
I briefly wonder if Auto can work his computer magic to get her the money she’s rightfully owed and make a mental note to ask. Maybe he can wipe outtheirfunds and funnel them to Demi.
It won’t make up for what they did, of course, but I’m all about an eye for an eye and if those pricks don’t have them any longer, well, then their families deserve to pay.
Because that kind of evil doesn’t just start up. It’s one of those pervasive things and there’s no fucking way those close to them aren’t aware that they’re sick bastards. Yep, Demi deserves their money. I’ve decided that and am gonna make sure it happens.
“How much did it cost us in the long run?” Kodiak inquires.
“It didn’t deplete the club’s rainy day funds,” Auto states. “Altogether, it was less than seven grand. That sum includes bribery, hotel and entrance fees, plus meals, as well as activity tickets for any and all events.”
“Pennies on the dollar,” Tritan announces. “We’re still sitting pretty, money-wise.”
“Funds well spent,” I conclude.
“That it was. We can easily make that up in no time,” Kodiak claims.
“I can put it back into our petty cash box, Kodiak,” I offer. “It’s my woman we’re seeking retribution for.”
