Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I hope we can avoid that.”
She wasn’t the only one. Stone thought everyone understood what he told them the other day. He had been pretty fucking clear about what Taryn was and what she wasn’t.
When she didn’t move on to the next subject immediately, he glanced over at her again but she was now staring out of the passenger-side window. “What other shit’s on your mind?”
He might regret asking, since he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know what was on any woman’s mind. Women were goddamn confusing and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever understand them.
“While filming today, it came to me that—if it’s acceptable with your club, of course—I could use the kitchen to make premade meals. The Castle has enough cooler space for me to store or freeze them until they’re delivered. A lot of people too busy to cook, or who simply want portion control, like to buy premade meals a week at a time. I never had a prep or storage area big enough to offer that service before.”
And now she did. The woman was definitely hustling to make ends meet. Add that to the list of ways she impressed him. “How they gonna get these meals?”
“I guess I’ll have to deliver them since I’m sure you don’t want them picking them up at the clubhouse.”
“Fuck no. We don’t need people wanderin’ around our grounds or seein’ shit they don’t need to see.” And that could be a shitload of different things.
No one needed to know how the Kings made their scratch. Or what went on at the former school grounds. And they sure as fuck didn’t need to know a hell of a busy chop shop was hidden beyond the tree line. They’d even gone as far as putting camouflage netting over whatever they could so it wouldn’t be as noticeable from the air.
Having some random discover one of their illegal sources of scratch—especially the most profitable one—could draw unnecessary heat. Enough that it could burn the damn club to the ground. All because Taryn wanted to sell a goddamn frozen pasta dish to a lazy fuck who couldn’t cook their own shit. Or didn’t want to order takeout.
Her, “That’s what I figured,” brought him back to the conversation.
He had to admit, her idea was a solid one. There was only one problem. “You ain’t deliverin’ them. We’ll get a prospect to deliver them for you.” The fuck if she was delivering shit to some random fuck’s house. Especially with her ex about to be on the loose.
Her mouth dropped open. “So, my customers will get beef Bolognese with a side of badass biker?”
An amused smile curled his lips. “You think bikers are badass?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah we are. Will make sure they don’t wear their cuts while bein’ your delivery boys.”
“It’s not only wearing a cut that’s a problem. What if the customer asks questions?”
“Answers are free.”
She sighed. “They’ll be the face of my business, Stone.”
“Will tell ‘em to plaster on a fuckin’ smile and be as sweet as that chocolate pie you made the other day for the kids, too.” He managed to hoover three pieces himself.
“And will they?”
“They want patched in? They’re gonna kiss your fuckin’ ass. You can teach ‘em how you want ‘em to be with customers.”
This new venture could actually be another benefit to their MC. Especially if it made decent scratch.
“But, just so you know, club’s gonna take a cut for this delivery service.”
“What?”
Did she really think she’d get free labor and put all the scratch in her own pocket? They were the Kings, not some fucking pussy-ass jokers. “Long as you’re cookin’ in the kitchen, the members get to eat what you make, so no one’s gonna mind takin’ scratch from the club coffers to cover what’s needed. But tyin’ up a prospect with shit other than club business is gonna cost. Tellin’ you now, it’s the only way it’s gonna happen.”
“How much will this service cost me?”
“Will have a sit-down with the other officers and figure it out.”
“Well, whatever it is, I’ll have to work that cost into the price of the meals, so let’s not get crazy with it, yeah?” She had deepened her voice for the added “yeah.”
He pressed his lips together to smother his amusement. The woman had a bit of an attitude today. He might have to knock the bottom out of her along with that attitude later. Once the kids were asleep. “Yeah, got it. But it ain’t all my decision. Gotta vote on this kinda shit.”
“Like a democracy. How soon can you find that out so I can come up with a business plan?”
“Gotta ask Ransom to schedule a meetin’. So, don’t know. Soon.” He’d shoot the prez a text after they picked up the kids.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?”