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Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #2)
Author: Jessica Gadziala

 

Chapter One

 

 

Che

 

 

"Don't mind me," Harmon said, curling up on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn. "This is like watching a movie," she added, shooting Huck a smirk when he sighed at her.

"We're having church," Huck told her.

"That's such a funny term since I'm pretty sure you'd all catch fire if you tried to go to church," she mused.

"It's club shit, babe," he tried, knowing he was losing the battle. It wouldn't be the first one. Or the last.

"I know. And since I have a vested interest in the club doing well, I figure I am an auxiliary member now. Like Teddy," she added, sharing a smile with him. "Please, proceed," she invited, waving her hand.

He knew he could argue the point, but that he would waste time that would ultimately have the same outcome, so he shook his head and leaned back against the wall.

"The Chechens," McCoy reminded him.

"Right," Huck agreed. "The Chechens. Remy got word that they just had a big welcoming party yesterday."

"Who are they welcoming?" McCoy asked.

"That's the question, isn't it?" Huck asked. "I have Arty looking into it, but we might need some more eyes around their headquarters. If they have a big player coming in from the old country, we might have a shitstorm on our hands in the near future."

"Oh, the plot thickens," Harmon said, tossing popcorn into her mouth, getting a chuckle out of Remy and a smile from Teddy, who'd always had a soft spot for her. "Question," she added, getting a low curse from her man.

"What, babe?" Huck asked, patience strained.

"All of this super covert mission stuff, is that going to get in the way of the raised garden beds someone promised me would be done six months ago, but the wood is still all piled in the backyard?"

"Harmon," Huck grumbled, getting a smile from her. "I think maybe you shouldn't be at church," he informed her. "You know, for plausible deniability reasons in case shit ever goes down, and the cops come in."

"Sure, sure, make the pregnant lady haul her ever-widening ass off the comfortable couch she just got onto. That's not rude or anything."

Huck had, thus far, proven an overprotective soon-to-be father. So when Harmon played the pregnancy card, he tended to comply almost immediately.

He was standing his ground on this one, though. "All the more reason you shouldn't be in on this conversation," he told her. "That baby is going to need someone here for it if I ever get locked up. Or worse."

The dark look that crossed Harmon's face said he'd hit the nerve he'd been looking for.

"I don't know why you have to say things like that," she snapped, unfolding from the couch, shooting daggers at him as a piece of popcorn rolled off her rounded belly.

"Because it's a legitimate worry," Huck insisted.

We were a relatively new chapter still. We didn't have the kinds of connections our mother chapter had back in Navesink Bank, New Jersey. We didn't have the cops in our pockets, paid to look the other way, or to tip us off if something was about to go down.

We were working on it, but it was a situation that called for some finesse.

"I know it's a worry," Harmon snapped again, but her lower lip was wobbling.

She'd been pretty even-tempered through the beginning of her pregnancy, but she'd been jumping from moods so quickly these days, you could get whiplash. Still, it was a small price to pay to have a new life in their family.

"Alright. No, no," Huck said, looking panicked. "It's fine. Nothing is going to happen to us."

"You can't promise that."

"You're right," he agreed, placating her because the tears were starting. "But I can promise you that even if I did get caught up with the law, that Teddy's rich ass over here would put you guys up in a mansion while you wait for me."

"I don't want a mansion," she snapped, back to anger, making McCoy and Remy share a smirk.

"Are you feeling okay?" Huck asked. "You're looking a little pale. Maybe it would be good to rest for a while."

Harmon hadn't caught on yet, but Huck used that line when she was being particularly grumpy, knowing she needed rest, and reminding her that she was, for all intents and purposes, a high-risk pregnancy because of her epilepsy, so she needed to be careful and take it easy, not get too stressed out.

"I am tired," she agreed, sighing. "But I want to know if something serious is going on with the Chechens."

"If or when that happens, I will let you know," Huck assured her, leading her upstairs to their room. He came back down a few minutes later, running a hand through his hair. "Can one of you assholes find a woman already, so they can commiserate with each other while we kick them out of church?" he asked, taking a deep breath. "Where were we? Right. Possible new player in town."

"Which might explain why one of our import connections has ghosted us," Remy said, patting the wide head of one of his dogs.

"That's what I'm worried about," Huck agreed, nodding. "Their leadership up until now has been limp-dicked. But if someone is here who knows what they are doing, and actually has some balls, we could be in for a ride."

"Just in time for you to become a father," Teddy said, rolling a coin over his fingers.

"Trust me, that's at the front of my mind," Huck said, nodding.

The man actually logged everything Harmon ate into an app to make sure she was getting all the nutrients she needed. He wouldn't let her pick up anything heavier than five pounds. He'd damn sure considered all the ways he needed to protect his child. We'd all been doing a lot of grunt work to get the clubhouse shored up. That was why Harmon's raised bed had been a back-burner project. Well, that, and Huck thinking that Harmon being out bent over a garden bed in the heat was probably not great this late into her pregnancy.

"So what do you want from us?" McCoy asked, always the one who steered the conversation back to business.

"I think you and Remy should do some hanging out in that area for a bit, get some pictures of license plates to send to Arty. If you can get some of the men coming and going too, that would be great. We need to be more proactive on this. If we have to move, better to do it now instead of after they build up their numbers. We are still too small of a club to take on any large-scale organized crime."

"Have you given more thought to opening up?" Seeley asked.

He was the newest to the team, but had proved the hardest working, the hungriest.

"We're gonna have to do it," Huck said, shrugging. "We should have done it a year ago."

"You're too comfortable with your crew," Teddy observed.

That was true. Most of us had been with Huck when we were all chopping cars, some even before then. He knew he could trust us.

"It's important to have a solid foundation," Huck insisted. "But if I can get Harmon out of the house for the night, maybe we will do an open house, put some feelers out. It's not a high priority, but it needs to happen. You have ties to the streets still," he said, looking at me. "Know of anyone who might be interested?"

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