Beautiful Outlaw by Emily Minton

They’ve Got My Back

Bowie

I watch her walk away, waiting for her to disappear from my sight before grabbing a beer from the fridge.  I take my seat at the table and look at Tin.  “What do you think?”

“I think everyone is on board but Topper,” Rollo answers for him.

“He put his money in, so he’s got our backs,” I reply, hoping my words are true. 

Rollo shakes his head.  “I don’t know, brother.  He didn’t seem too sure.”

Tin voices his opinion. “Topper’s just old school and doesn’t like going against his president.  If it comes down to it, he’ll be by our side when we go after Cash.”

That’s what I’m thinking too.  Topper has been around as long as I can remember.  He’s not an original, or even a decedent like the three of us, but he is loyal to the Savage Outlaws.  Right now, Cash is our leader and he doesn’t like going behind his back.  Still, he knows that the shit going on right now isn’t right.  He’ll do what he has to when the time comes.

“When do we start?” Rollo asks, leaning against the back of his chair. 

“Soon as we get back from Alabama.” I hate, fuckin’ hate, leaving Shay, but I have no choice.  This shit has to be fixed with the Sixes before we can move forward with our plans to remove Cash from his throne. 

Even worse, Cash has the other boys running another shipment up north while we’re in Alabama, which means I’ll have no one here that I trust to keep an eye on her.  I thought about taking her to Nina’s, but that would only put them all at a greater risk.  No doubt in my fuckin’ mind, Cash wouldn’t think twice about taking out Nina or Priss if they got in his way. 

“Are you sure this shit is gonna work?  We could get down there, and those dicks could turn on us,” Rollo asks, voicing his concern. 

I called up the Sixes’ president a few days ago, told him what was going on with Cash.  I laid it out for Kilo- my plan to take over, leave his territory alone, and offered the club a shipment of guns as a show of good faith.  Our buyers were pissed as fuck when I told them they weren’t getting their shit, but they got over it when I threw enough money their way.  They were fuckin’ ecstatic when I connected them with the Sixes, realizing that they could get their shipments quicker and cheaper. I can only hope they’ll keep their mouth shut about not getting the shit.  Our entire fuckin’ plan rests on their silence.

“I got it under control. Just gotta make sure we take Toke out of the picture before the drop.”

Tin leans forward, resting his shoulders on the table.  “I got that part.  Talked to our contact at the little bar we usually stop at outside of Nashville.”

I nod, remembering the woman he’s talking about.  “She gonna do her part?”

“Randi will put the shit in his drink, but she’s gonna make us pay out the ass to do it.”

Rollo laughs.  “As often as you give that bitch your dick, she should do this one for free.”

“It was only once.” Tin shrugs, taking a drink of his beer.  “She wasn’t happy about getting involved with this shit.”

“She’s helped us before,” I say, reminding him of something he already knows. 

Setting his beer on the table, he looks me in the eye.  “Yeah, she called us when people showed up in her bar, even kept her ears open for information, but she’s never had to drug an Outlaw before.  It’s freaking her the fuck out.”

“We’ll keep her safe,” Rollo claims. 

“I know, but I can’t convince her ass of that.  She said this was the last thing she’d ever do for me.  Told me to stay the fuck away from her from now on.”

My lips curve up at his words. “That’s a first for you. Usually, the bitch can’t stay the fuck away from you.”

Tin looks at me, and I can see something playing in his eyes.  Whatever it is, it’s not good. “She’s planning on taking the money I give her and leaving Nashville.”

“Could be good for her.  She’s too far away for us to keep eyes on her all the time, so getting lost might be her best option.”

Tin shakes his head, and his voice comes out in a growl.  “She could’ve come here.  I’d have kept her safe.”

With that, he stands up and walks out of the kitchen.  I hear the door slam a minute later.  Looking to Rollo, I shrug.  “What the fuck was that about?”

He shakes his head as he gets up.  “Don’t know, and right now, I don’t care.  We got too much shit going down to worry about one of Tin’s bitches.”

I nod in agreement, standing up from my chair.  “Be here at six to ride out.”

“Will do,” he says before heading to the door. 

I wait until I hear the door shut then head upstairs.  When I walk inside, I see Shay lying on the bed without a stitch of clothes on.  My dick jumps, happy to know it’s getting some of its favorite toy tonight.  I walk straight to her, ripping my shirt over my head.  My boots and jeans are gone before I climb onto the bed. 

Crawling between her legs, I look into her eyes.  Remembering the conversation I walked in on earlier, I smile. “So tell me, am I as good as I look?”