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in his family tree. It was a sad state of affairs that filthy lucre had gotten them into state politics. It wouldn’t be long before a Beauregard got himself into the statehouse. Hell, they might even go after the presidency.
    “Well?” Beauregard prompted.
    As his mother would say, if Beauregard had that coffee stuffed up his ass and Axel had a feather up his nose, they’d both be tickled. Axel glanced down at his rough hands with a smirk. Motor oil rimmed his fingernails, he had too many calluses to count, plus skinned knuckles from a stubborn carburetor. He’d break the damn thing if he handled it. The thought made him smile, but he shook his head. “No, thanks.”
    “Are you sure? It’s Kona coffee. I get it shipped in from Hawaii every few months. Expensive as hell, but worth every drop.”
    Axel didn’t want to prolong this meeting one more second than he had to, so he kept his temper on a leash. Barely. Being forced to take orders from the man who’d blackmailed his mother didn’t bring out the best in him. At this rate, he’d have to take yoga classes or he’d have a heart condition by the time he was fifty.
    He sighed and tried to keep his voice civil as he spoke. “It smells real good, but I’ve already had my morning coffee, thanks.”
    Beauregard shrugged as he set down his own cup. “Your loss.”
    “Am I here to talk about our Raptor problem?” Axel sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk. The Raptors had worked as Beauregard’s henchmen until he’d engineered an arrangement with the Horsemen. Beauregard had promised to help them get rid of the Raptors, but so far they’d seen zero action towards that goal.
    Beauregard stilled in his chair. “Have they made a move yet?”
    A few weeks ago, the Horsemen raided a rival club’s whorehouse/porn studio. The Raptors had been trafficking in young women, using them for profit. The Horsemen had freed everyone, destroyed the studio, and made off with the cash and closed circuit camera footage. They’d done it in a bid to shut down the Raptor’s operation. It worked, since they were no longer using the facility.
     “No. We haven’t heard a fucking peep out of them.” The Raptors hadn’t evened the score yet, which was a red flag. Axel and the rest of the brothers had been bracing themselves for a war since it had happened.
    Beauregard placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair, letting it swivel back and forth. “Now that’s a bad sign.”
    “No shit,” Axel muttered. “We should do something before they come after us.”
    “We will, but I have something more pressing at the moment.”
    Axel prayed for fucking patience. “Like that?” He nodded to a couple of black and red HELP WANTED signs lying on the desk.
     “No, I’ve brought you here for another business matter. Although, I’m in need of a maid.” He ran a finger along the line of his desk and examined it with a sigh. He grabbed a tissue and wiped off the dust. “I had to let the last one go, and this place hasn’t been cleaned in a couple of weeks. Good help is so hard to find these days.”
    Well, no one wants to work for killer. And Axel knew that firsthand. “I haven’t found that to be the case.”
     “Aren’t you lucky?” Beauregard picked up the signage. “The agency I usually use said they wouldn’t be sending over any more applicants.”
    “Why not?”
    He hesitated for a moment before he spoke. “Labor disputes.”
    Labor disputes, my ass . Maids had the opportunity to observe a household practically unnoticed. God only knows what his staff had witnessed.
    Like an FBI agent’s blood all over the carpet, for instance.
    Speaking of, Axel glanced down at the carpet, which appeared to be brand new. Axel bet the former maid had quit around that time. If she’d quit…her blood might have been spilled in this room, too.
    “What about one of your hellions?” Beauregard asked. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to loan one of