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batches.”
    Dizzy’s crystal blue eyes glared at his son. “Why am I just hearing about this now? This is horseshit. Aztecas Infierno haven’t changed the price of the product, have they? They’ve been charging the same amount for something that has become inferior. We can add meth to our own shit, thank you very much.”
    Kink cleared his throat. “Cricket and I have both spoken to Chantal. She and Marian Decker are friends. Marian has really climbed the ranks thanks to her close relationship with her cousin, Jake. The new VP trusts her implicitly and no longer goes on runs without her. She’s admitted they’ve been moving big numbers of product to Carlito—”
    “How do we know we can trust her?” Brendan questioned in his thick, Northern Irish accent.
    Kink stretched back in his seat and replied calmly, “Because we’ve spoken to Marian and she’s confirmed this herself.”
    “Since when are we so fuckin’ buddy-buddy with the Knights?” Dizzy mused, clearly irritated. “I understand Chantal is friends with Marian but how don’t we know she doesn’t have her own ulterior motives?”
    “We don’t.” Trey paused before he continued, “I’m watchin’ her ’cause I don’t trust the Knights but now that everything between us and the Bastards has gone to hell in a hand basket, our relationship with them is somewhat strained right now. We don’t have to like Knights, or their philosophy about life, but a business relationship with them right now would be invaluable. It’s not like we don’t buy from them anyway. We can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.”
    “Nel is full of shite but he makes a quality product we can easily offload.” Dizzy glanced around the table before his eyes settled on the VP again. “What do you think, Cillian? Should we set up the meet?”
    “Do we have a choice? Besides, Trey’s not finished. There is a… coup de grâc e that’s yet to be revealed, so to speak.”
    “Listen to this motherfucker over here— coup de grâc e —since when the fuck did ya start speakin’ French?” Cricket questioned followed by a hail of laughter from the other brothers in the room.
    “Shut the fuck up. You’re just mad you don’t speak it. Maybe you can ask your potential old lady to help you out since she seems more of the educationally inclined.”
    “Go fuck yourself, Killer ,” Cricket mumbled before he lit a cigarette.
    “Jake and Marian both insist they aren’t sellin’ to Aztecas Infierno ,” Trey said as he glanced in the Prez’s direction. “They insist Carlito is the only member of the cartel they have a relationship with and well, business isn’t just good—it’s fuckin’ booming.”
    “So, if we report Carlito to the Prez and VP of the cartel, what happens? They’ll lose a lucrative client. Surely they’ll want something from us,” Brendan stated before dragging on his cigar.
    “You’re right. They’ll want us to pick up the slack and buy what they were selling to Carlito,” Trey stated, pulling from his cigarette, offering nothing further.
    “Shit. This is so fucked.” Sean sighed out loud. “I suppose we can do that…pick up the slack but what happens to Lacey? She’s Brendan’s daughter and my lass’s best friend. She’d be devastated if Lacey got caught up in all of this—”
    “Not to be cold but how is that our problem?” Bookie asked from the corner where he sat quietly. “Lacey knew what she was gettin’ into. I understand she’s a part of the family—she’s Brendan and Cricket’s blood after all, but…we can’t run the club based on what might happen to girlfriends of cartel members. She understood that motherfucker was dangerous, yet she chose to stay put. I think we should let the chips fall where they may.”
    Trey didn’t say anything. He didn’t have a daughter but if he did, no way in hell would he give her up without a fight. The thought made the acid in his stomach churn. Keri had been pregnant when