Page 10 of Echoes of Obsession
With a satisfied nod, she heads inside.
“Come, Sky,” she says. “I need to feed you and get Zoe tucked in before I crash. I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep my eyes open.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” I ask just before the door latches.
“I just need to sleep it off,” she repeats. “This happens to me several times a week. Sometimes, several times a day. It wasn’t a bad one. Thank you for everything, Ghost.”
“Goodnight, Snow,” I say.
With her apartment door securely shut, I wait.
“Lock the door, Snow,” I call out. “Then text your friend that you’re inside and safe.”
“Bossy man,” I hear her say as she does as I demand.
I’m surprised at the amount of strength it takes for me to walk away.
Once in my car, I head back to the club. But my mind doesn’t stray far from Snow, Dove, and even that damn dog, Sky.
This is the last thing I need right now. My mind needs to stay focused on my club and whoever the fuck is stealing from me.
Chapter Three
Ghost
Islam the gavel down onto the table, calling this meeting to order.
“Does anyone have anything they want to talk about before I get into the main reason I called this meeting?” I ask the table full of men.
“I just want it to be on the record that I don’t think it’s fair the pool idea was vetoed,” Knox says. “I think having a pool on the club’s property would be great.”
“Shit wouldn’t get done,” I sigh. I’ve had this same conversation half a dozen times already.
“There’s a pool at both our place and King’s,” Taylor tells his man.
“Yeah, that’s not doing me any good here, now is it?” Knox sasses. “I won’t press the issue. I want it on the record that I am against the decision.”
A few snorts go around the room, knowing full well that Knox plans to press the issue until he gets what he wants.
“Parker, how business?”
Taylor and his club merged with us months back. The Obsidians went from eight to twelve. Seventeen if you add in the women and children.
It’s been a smooth transition, and sometimes, I find it hard to believe that we were ever a club without them.
Parker asked during one of our first meetings if he could build a motorcycle repair garage near the clubhouse, and it’s been ahit. Not only is he fixing bikes, but he has orders in for custom built ones.
Including many of ours.
“It’s great,” he smiles. “I did end up having to hire a couple more people to help with the repairs. I have six custom orders in and don’t want to fall behind.”
“Hayes taking care of the books?” I ask. Hayes was patched in as our club’s treasurer and is now responsible for the club’s books and Obsidian Oasis, the Cage, and Parker’s business, Obsidians MotoCare. Not to mention Taylor’s security company. They used to call themselves Sentinel Security, and now they’re called Obsidian Shield. Our name will be all over Harborbrook before long.
I was worried Hayes would be overwhelmed with everything, but that man is in his element.
“On top of it,” Hayes answers. “Every business is doing amazingly. I’ve taken care of every employee’s paycheck and transferred the agreed-upon portion of each business’s profits into the club account.”
“No issues?” I ask.