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students starting on Monday. I’d have to scope out the potential candidates.
    “Okay. It’s a plan.” He smiled and waited until I closed my door.
    There weren’t too many apartments in the building—only four floors and I was on the top one, which I preferred. I didn’t need to worry about hearing people above me, walking around at all hours of the night. Each floor housed four apartments. Robby and I took up two of those on our floor. One had recently been vacated, by a couple buying their first home, and the other had been empty for renovations.
    My landlord was a nice older gentleman, who lived out of the area. Whenever I ran across a problem, he sent someone by right away to take care of it. Robby was forever telling me he could fix things for me, but I didn’t want to rely on him too much, nor did I want him to get the wrong impression. I indulged him enough by trying out his new recipes from time to time because he didn’t have anyone else to give him an honest opinion. Plus, they were always fantastic, so I kind of benefited.
    A little while later, after my much-needed relaxing bath, I headed to bed earlier than planned. Checking my phone, I noticed Stone had left me five messages and two voicemails. Most of them were apologetic, but at the same time he was sticking to his justification for wanting me to make an appointment with a woman, instead of keeping Dr. Weber.
    I never replied to his crazy rantings. Pulling the blankets up to cover me, I turned off the side light and gave in to the sleep waiting in the shadows to drag me under.

Stone
    “Where the fuck are they?” Marek asked, frustration written all over his face. Pacing back and forth in Chambers was only hyping him up, even more so than usual. Ever since we’d saved Sully, he’d been much more possessive over his time with her, despising some of the club’s activities because it meant more time away from his wife. Okay, ‘despised’ was a bit harsh. But he definitely wasn’t as integrated into the day-to-day dealings of the club as he had been. I was happy he’d finally found someone to share his life with, and even though they hadn’t known each other long, he seemed to be over-the-moon happy. And his version of over-the-moon happy was the slight smile he displayed whenever he mentioned her name. It was a big deal for him, and I acknowledged it by taking over many of the duties which required special attention.
    Our local businesses needed to be overseen, especially once we finally cut all ties with the cartel. I knew without Marek telling me, that we had to cultivate our new, and old, endeavors to make sure they were as profitable as possible. The Underground was the club’s bar, the only patrons the club’s members. Yes, occasionally strangers wandered inside until they realized who owned the establishment, then they quickly disappeared. No harm, no foul, most of the time. So that business wasn’t necessarily profitable, more of a place away from the clubhouse where people could unwind and let loose.
    Flings, the strip club we’d opened close to six months ago, was proving to be quite the moneymaker. Then again, pussy was a surefire way to secure a profitable income. Thankfully, there was no shortage of women willing to take off their clothes for some dough. A quick and easy way to earn money. The women were to follow the same rules as the rest of the Knights Corruption. No hard drugs. Plain and simple. We’d had an issue a few weeks back with one of the strippers snorting heroin before she went on stage. Not only was her performance shitty, but she had put us in jeopardy of getting raided if word ever got out there were drugs at the club. We possessed zero tolerance, and the bitch was fired as soon as Marek confronted her.
    We didn’t need any reason for that prick of a DEA Agent, Sam Koritz, to bust into one of our places and start tossing our stuff around like he’d done the last time he and his buddies made a surprise visit