“Really? Knox, wait for more info?” Ash teases, his amber eyes glinting with amusement. He doesn’t raise his voice, but it cracks through the room anyway with its usual cold precision.
His light blue eyes are hooded, and he looks bored with the conversation already, but I know he’s got his focus on everything that’s going on. “We need more info,” Priest says, arms folded where he’s leaning up against the wall.
Still, we can’t just rush into something without thinking about it first. With the way he’ll do anything to get what he wants, the odds are rarely stacked that high against him. He’s always looking for a challenge, for a chance to test his limits and see if he can come out on top even if the odds are against him. He’s always ready to leap into something dangerous, even if it’s fucking stupid. “I say we do it,” Knox puts in about the issue at hand. We’ve been discussing a possible new business deal with a local biker gang, but we haven’t gotten very far since we’re split on whether to move ahead with it or not. He runs his hand through his brown hair before adjusting his glasses, shifting his gaze from me to Knox. As long as it makes him look good, he doesn’t care too much about the rest. He’s draped over a chair in a sprawl that looks uncomfortable as fuck. The thumping base line pulses loud enough that we can hear it and feel it from the dance floor, and Ash taps his foot along with the beat. We talk business in the back room while the bartenders and bouncers run the club for us most of the time. The club is a legit business, but we also use it as a front for money laundering, working with various shady organizations in the city. My three best friends and business partners are here too, sprawled over furniture or leaning up against the walls, relaxed the way they always are when we’re in our domain. It’s good to be able to keep an eye on things even when we’re not out there in the thick of it. Sin and Salvation is one of the most popular clubs in this part of Detroit, so shit gets pretty rowdy and trouble could pop off at any time-something we do our best to keep from happening. We had the office areas soundproofed just enough that we can hear ourselves think while we go over business and shit, but not so much that a riot could break out on the dance floor or something and we wouldn’t be able to hear it. The musicfrom the main part of the club is more muted at the back.
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