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rivalry between the two clubs, there was no pure hatred or animosity. They were both trying to earn; Jonesy liked a sure bet and preferred dealing with the Italians and Jackson. Both shared a certain code of honor and avoided disputes at all costs. They also earned most of their money running women, gaming, and loan sharking along with several huge arms’ deals each year but not enough to bring any real heat to their organizations.
     
    Dizzy had always been reckless, and a gambling man. He dealt with Aztecas Infierno and the Koslakov Mafia—one of the infamous oligarchy families who ruled Russia with an iron fist and instructed the President of Russia what to do—because they were unpredictable, animalistic and more brutal than his MC was capable of becoming.
     
    For instance, Dimitri Koslakov and his sister, Zusha Koslakova, were absolutely brutal in the way they dispensed punishment to their enemies and insubordinates. They would have taken great pride in handling Riley. Quinn had, unfortunately, vouched for him instead of allowing the Russians to do a background check, and it fell on the Club to take care of the situation.
     
    That’s where Cillian came into the picture, and the precise reason why he would be responsible for murdering the traitor in their midst.
     
    The three men looked at him as he walked inside the room and he met each pair of eyes, from the pale gray-green eyes of Brendan with his typical ginger hair peppered with gray, and mostly gray beard.
     
    Sean’s bright aquamarine eyes, pale gray-blond hair and tanned, weather-beaten yet handsome face had aged with time but he was still sharp as a tack.
     
    However it was the crystal blue eyes of his father and his healthy head of brown hair, close-cut brown beard and still sexy good looks who commanded the attention of all in the room.
     
    Cillian was a carbon copy of his father; there was no mistaking them being father and son. Not to mention he had just as much charisma and a physical presence like his father but he chose to play his talents down. Dizzy didn’t like to share and he had no intention of a fight with his son for attention or authority. It was the reason why Cillian made the perfect VP. He knew his father wasn’t ready to hand over the gavel yet but when he did, it wouldn’t be a moment before he knew his son would be capable of running the Club; that included having a competent old lady because a Club President was only as good as the woman behind him.
     
    There was no way Cillian would ever have become Club President with Brianna at his side. She wasn’t strong enough and her whorish behavior did not endear herself to her soon-to-be-ex father-in-law. Now that he’d gotten rid of her, he had no idea how long she would be around but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to divorce her at the moment, not when everything was about to go down. It would be too risky.
     
    Dizzy smiled at his son before he motioned him to take a seat. “So, you left Brianna and you are ready for tonight, yes?”
     
    “Do I have a choice?” Cillian raised curious eyebrows in his direction. “Riley has to be eliminated and I said I would do it.”
     
    Dizzy nodded at Sean, their former Sergeant-at-Arms turned co-Treasurer with Quinn. Cillian’s youngest brother was also the computer expert of the Club; he wasn’t nearly as good as Trey Lennon, the Saints’ computer expert, but he was adequate enough.
     
    Sean had a wooden box in front of him and he slid the box in Cillian’s direction. He opened up the box and was faced with a silver Desert Eagle nine millimeter with a full clip next to the gun.
     
    “They are hollow points. Collect the shells when you’re done. This gun is untraceable and it has always been the official gun we have used when taking down Fed agents. Without a weapon then part of their case falls apart. I am the only person who knows where this gun is kept so bring it back when you finish with it. Is that understand?” Sean