Demented Souls Collection: Books 5-8

Chapter 5

Sitting in his spot at the table in the private back room of the Souls clubhouse that night, Sadist and Tuck talked about the meeting about to begin. They were careful not to say anything sensitive.

“Any update on Spino?” Tuck asked, the silver dollar from his kutte pocket slowly flipping over the backs of his fingers.

Sadist shuffled a couple of pages in the stacks in front of him, wishing for a moment there was a better way to do this. “In jail, indicted on arson charges. Between the arson and his record, he was refused bail, so he won’t be getting out anytime soon. They’re still waiting on DNA but there was enough blood for several murder charges. The investigation into that will continue for a while.”

“What about the rest of them?”

Sadist took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “We still have no leads on who ordered Krissi to be picked up, if it was someone else, or Spino. I wish we had more. It’s been too long to know this little about it.” Spino had been the Devil who had beat the s**t out of Krissi more than a year ago. They had done everything they could to find out who had ordered her kidnapping, but all that had been found were a few bodies. Sadist wasn’t surprised. After her father had gotten wind of what happened to her, he all but obliterated the Devils, sending in some men he saw as loyal to him to take over the club that was a rival to the Souls. They probably were loyal. Sadist hadn’t said anything, but he suspected one of the newly imported Devils to be behind Ruger’s stabbing. Until he had some proof, or even any evidence other than his gut feeling, he’d keep his mouth shut on that one.

Tuck nodded and looked thoughtful. “Anything new on Switchblade?”

“Not a word. As far as we can tell, he’s still in Albuquerque.”

“Good.” Tuck fell silent for several minutes and Sadist sorted through the pages in front of him, making sure he had all the information for each item on the agenda ready. As he worked, he couldn’t stop the thoughts of Beth that crept into his head.

She was sweet, something about her smile set him on fire. Thoughts of the way she’d moved around him this morning and the memory of her scent as she’d bent close to trim his beard made his d**k grow hard. Sadist shifted in his chair to ease the ache, wishing for a moment he had a bottle of Jack. He didn’t want much, just a drink or two to take off the edge.

Over the next ten minutes, brothers started trickling into the room, one by one taking seats around the table. They still had five minutes until the start of the meeting when Ruger came in and sat in his chair beside Sadist.

“Hey, what’s up, man?” Ruger asked as he pulled his chair up to the table.

“The usual,” Sadist said with a shrug. “How’s your back?”

“Tight, sore but I’ll live.”

“Good. You got your s**t in order? I think Tuck’s going to ask about finances as part of one of our projects.”

“Yeah, club books come first. Krissi’s been working on taking over Drifter’s books too, but I don’t want to give her too much. She’s getting close to her degree, working the bar when I need it, and doing the books for Mac at the shop. That’s a lot on top of her classwork.”

“It is. But if she takes it over, that will give you more time.” What Sadist didn’t say was it was more time for the club. Tuck did the majority of the work managing the club and all they had their hands in, but he could use more help. Help Sadist only had a limited amount of time to give while keeping his cover and running the Den. Ruger having more time would help them all.