Free Savage Sacrifice: Savage Angels MC #5 by Kathleen Kelly

hand as I approach him.
    I grasp it and shake. “Juan Cortez.”
    “Dane Reynolds.”
    “I know who you are, Dane, may I call you Dane?”
    It’s all very formal, like something out of a movie. I take another look around the room and sit down.
    “Sure, if I can call you Juan?”
    He smiles, sits, and pours us both a drink. I can smell it from here, tequila. I don’t like tequila, much prefer whiskey.
    “Yes, of course.”
    “Juan, what the fuck am I doing here?”
    He widens his eyes at me and slides a glass toward me. “The more important question is, Dane, what the fuck are you doing here in Houston?”
    “I’m here to see my wife. She’s working here, you might have heard of her band, The Grinders?”
    He purses his lips together, not breaking my gaze. He nods, picks up his glass, and takes a sip of tequila.
    “We both know the Savage Angels are making a move on my turf. I’ve been nice, I’ve tried to reason with you all, but I will not lose any more market share.” His tone is deadly, and I know he’s not fucking around.
    “Juan, I don’t run drugs or guns. My interests are real estate and businesses , legitimate businesses. I am not the President of the Chapter in Houston, I am the President of the Chapter in Tourmaline. I have nothing to do with their business dealings. But I can see how you could get confused. I am wearing the same colors, and rest assured if you fuck with me, you are fucking with them.” I keep my voice quiet, controlled and try not to show too much emotion. “I’m here to see my wife and that’s it.”
    “No you are not the President here but you are the President of all of the Savage Angels MC, yes? For your Chapter was the first, the Mother Chapter.” He pauses waiting for a response from me and when I don’t give him one he continues, “You don’t run drugs or guns? You expect me to believe that when I know it’s not true?”
    “Regardless of what you believe, it’s the truth. But maybe I can help you, talk to the local Chapter here, work out a deal.”
    “I’ve tried talking to them, to Milo. He had them beat my representative quite badly, that seems to be the only language you people understand.”
    Fuck . Fucking Milo and his need to be a fucking outlaw. I pick up the tequila and take a sip, not enjoying the taste. I’m nodding my head trying to think of something, anything, that would help me in my current situation.
    “You don’t like tequila?” asks Juan.
    “No, takes like piss. Whiskey, that’s a real drink.”
    Juan laughs, he slams his hand on the table and laughs harder. “Balls of steel, that’s how they describe you, you know that?”
    He points behind me, and I hear a door being opened. A few minutes later, a bottle of whiskey is placed in front of me.
    “Drink with me, Dane.”
    I open the bottle, pour the tequila on the floor, and fill my glass up. I take a swig enjoying its familiar burn.
    “Tell me, are you going to start selling to Rockplay while you’re here? They’re good customers,” says Juan.
    “You sell to Rockplay? Do you sell to The Grinders?”
    “No, they don’t buy from us. But I’m guessing you, as their patron, supply them?”
    “No, as far as I know, they don’t do drugs.” My mind is spinning. Those fucking assholes do drugs around my woman. “What are Rockplay into?”
    “You don’t know? Heroin and the occasional bag of coke. Will has been a customer on and off for years. We have also supplied him with women, he has...unusal tastes.” Juan is studying me and whatever he sees makes him relax. “You didn’t know. It’s one of the reasons we asked you to come back here. We supply Rockplay wherever they’re in the states. We have a good thing with them, and I assumed, incorrectly that you were going to put a stop to that.”
    “I don’t deal drugs. Too easy to get caught and have the law on top of you. I’m not going back to prison. The only problems I have these days are with the tax man. Fucking