Ride Steady (Chaos #3)(137)

“Seein’ as you don’t have one, yeah. That isn’t lost on me,” Knight stated. “But you told me you wanted peace and a safe place to share you weren’t involved with what happened to that woman so Chaos wouldn’t act on assumptions. You want a sit-down and me to keep that peaceful, you do not feed me a line of bullshit, or a player in this town who’s keepin’ himself to himself is gonna have to reconsider his position.”

Convinced he was made of steel, Valenzuela just smiled.

Since he wasn’t, Knight knew it, and he liked disrespect about as much as Tack did, he added, “And stop sendin’ your girls to work Chaos.”

Valenzuela stopped smiling. “Is this keeping yourself to yourself?”

“You know about the girls,” Knight said low, and Joker looked to Shy.

Shy’s lips hitched up and his eyes lit.

Fucking shit.

Knight was throwing down.

“You do business your way, I’ll do it mine,” Valenzuela retorted.

“I get word your way is a way I don’t like, we’ll be having another meeting and it won’t be as comfortable,” Knight fired back.

“You don’t wanna get involved in this,” Valenzuela warned.

“Take care of your girls,” Knight ordered.

Hop moved and Joker looked to him to see he’d again sat on the arm of the couch. He’d also dropped his head.

He did this to hide his smile.

In that moment, Joker knew.

Sebring was clearly using this meeting, and the way Valenzuela played it, as an excuse to wade in.

There were not a lot of pimps who went head to head with Knight. He might have been considering throwing his hat in the ring for a while.

But the time had come.

Joker wondered if Tack, Shy, and Hop knew before the meet, but it didn’t really matter.

Whether they wanted him or not, Sebring was on the team.

Valenzuela didn’t say another word. He and his soldier walked out.

When the door closed behind them, Joker announced, “I want Monk.”

“Joke,” Mitch said on a sigh.

“Hank’ll take care of it,” Brock put in.

Tack stood, eyes to Brock. “He’s got a day.”

Mitch looked to the ceiling.

Brock leaned forward to reach for his phone, muttering, “Best call Lee to get his ass with his brother before half our team is incarcerated, awaiting trial for homicide.”

“I take it you just etched your name on the invitation list for our little coffee klatch,” Mitch noted, now looking at Sebring.

Knight grinned. “I’ll bring the pastries.”

“Fuck me,” Mitch muttered.

Hop smiled at Shy, who smiled back.

Joker did not smile.

Handshakes, gratitude, chin lifts, and nods were given and Chaos strolled out.

Joker waited until they were standing at their bikes before he repeated, “I want Monk.”

Tack, head bent as he pulled on his gloves, sliced his eyes to Joker.

“Monk no longer exists.”

Another chill slid down Joker’s spine as he stared into Tack’s eyes, seeing a look in them he’d never seen before on any man in his life.

Tack finished yanking on his gloves and swung his leg over his bike. Joker didn’t do the same because Hop reached out a hand and wrapped his fingers around Joker’s forearm for a beat before he let him go, this telling him to hold.

He held.

Tack roared off.

Joker looked to Hop.

“Hank’ll get Monk,” Hop said.

Joker opened his mouth to speak, but Hop kept going.

“And Monk will go down inside.”

Joker shut his mouth.

“You’ll be clean. Chaos will be clean. But we’ll be one marker lighter,” Hop finished.

“That gonna work for you?” Shy asked.

Joker’s head filled with Heidi dead in an alley. She’d been pretty. Marred by a little man with a small dick who’d been shamed by bikers and used her to make them pay.

She’d had a thing for Joker. He had no idea how she’d hung her hopes on him, but he knew she’d had a thing for him.

She had never made him laugh. She annoyed him more than anything, and it had never been cute.

Mostly, when he was with her, he felt nothing.

But she was someone’s daughter. She was going to give someone a child. And there was no telling who she could have been if she’d been allowed to keep breathing.

Now she was dead.

No, it didn’t work for him.

But he had a woman, a kid, a brotherhood, family.

So it had to.

He jerked up his chin.

Hop nodded.

Shy clapped him on the shoulder.

Then they got on their bikes and rode.

* * *

That night after dinner, Carissa, sitting next to him on the couch, started poking hard at the laptop on her lap with her finger, grunting “Unh! Unh! Unh!” with each poke.

She then tossed it on the coffee table, where it skidded, taking the little basket she put the remotes in with it.

The basket went down.

The laptop was still up but half of it was hanging off the table.

“It’s broken!” she cried.

“I hope so, or you poundin’ on it and tossin’ it around wouldn’t be all that smart,” Joker muttered, his eyes still on the TV.