“You guys want coffee?” Ally offered, pulling her heels from the table. “We’ll DoorDash some from Fortnum’s. Tex hates DoorDash. He’ll have something to bitch about. It’ll make his day.”

“Not sure we’ll be here that long,” Tack replied, taking a seat.

Rush took a seat at his side.

Ally got up. “Righty ho then, boys. Have fun.”

And with that, she strutted out.

“You got the tape?” Tack asked Knight when the door closed on her.

“It was messengered this morning to my office,” Knight answered.

“You share it with Ally?” Tack went on, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Too good not to share,” Knight replied. “Though that depends on you understanding the various nuances of the words ‘too good.’”

Rush watched his dad’s lips twitch as he hit his screen then put his phone to his ear.

It didn’t take long before he was saying into it, “Red? You’re gonna get a messenger delivery. You can open it, but trust me, you don’t wanna play it.”

He paused, grinned.

Then, “Yeah, baby. Love you too. Later.”

He took the phone from his ear just as a voice came from a box on the table.

“Showtime, badasses,” Daisy said through it.

They all looked out the wall of windows.

Valenzuela came in, looking dapper, his usual, and pissed as fuck, not his usual. They’d gotten mostly smug with healthy sides of superior and asshole for years.

Rush fought breaking out in a huge motherfucking smile.

This was going to be righteous.

But Valenzuela had no man with him.

“No second?” Rush muttered.

“Sixx is meticulous,” his dad muttered back.

Jesus.

Serious respect for that woman.

Daisy made a show of letting Valenzuela in the conference room.

He didn’t even glance at her as he stalked to the table, sat at the head and barely made eye contact with a single man in the room.

“I’m sure you all will be gratified to know I’ll be exploring prospects outside Denver for the foreseeable future,” he declared, now deciding to scowl between the men, as if winning a staring contest would bolster his flattened rep.

He took a lot of time doing this, which was annoying.

Finally, he settled on Tack. “I’m having the paperwork drawn up. You’ll have to sign it and I’ll leave you to deal with the titling agencies. But by the end of the week, my production facilities will be switched into the hands of Ride LLC.”

“Say what?” Tack rumbled.

Valenzuela’s gaze had drifted away, but at Tack’s words he focused on him again. “I’m deeding Luxe Films and Bang Productions to the Chaos MC.”

Tack swung his head to Rush.

Rush shrugged his shoulders.

Tack swung his head back to Valenzuela.

“Wanna tell me why you’re doin’ that?” Tack asked.

“A gesture,” Valenzuela forced through his teeth, “of restitution for any trouble I’ve caused.”

Sixx.

And D.

And Maddox.

Holy fuck.

“Chaos doesn’t wanna get into the porn trade,” Tack told him.

“They’re moneymakers,” Valenzuela shared tightly. “Particularly Luxe.”

“I’ll repeat,” Tack said. “Chaos doesn’t want anything to do with the porn trade.”

“Then don’t produce porn,” Valenzuela spat. “Sell the equipment and the buildings. I don’t care.”

That last was a lie.

He cared a lot.

Fuck, this was totally righteous.

“We don’t want shit to do—” Tack started.

“Dad,” Rush said low.

Tack swung his head back to Rush.

Rush gave him a look that said, Rebel.

And this was about Rebel.

This was about Sixx and D and Maddox giving Rebel a huge fucking present.

“Right,” Tack murmured. Back to Valenzuela. “Lookin’ forward to that paperwork.”

Valenzuela made a move with his head that looked like a spasm.

Rush clenched his jaw to stop from laughing.

Valenzuela moved to stand. “Now I think we’re done.” He dipped his chin. “Gentlemen.”

“A second, Benito,” Knight called.

Valenzuela paused.

“You got a delivery to make. Mamá Nana’s. By noon tomorrow,” Knight told him.

This made Valenzuela look sick to his stomach.

“Consider it done,” he bit out.

“I’ll consider it done when I hand that money to Fury,” Knight replied.

Another head spasm before Valenzuela jerked around, stalked to the door, opened it with more force than was necessary, and they heard Daisy call, “But, Benito. I haven’t popped the popcorn yet for movie time.”

Rush had to hand one thing to the man.

He didn’t miss a step as he disappeared out the door.

Daisy’s distinct laughter that sounded like bells was not drowned out even if the glass door to Ally’s conference room had swung shut.

“Well, that was short, but fun,” Rhash remarked.

Rush shot him a grin.

Tack turned to his son.

“Rebel feelin’ continuing her career in porn?” he asked.

“No,” Rush answered. “But she’s got a script she wants to make. She also wants me to approach the brothers about a documentary she wants to do about the Club.”

Tack’s expression didn’t change on that, except to look faintly curious.

“And she likes her crew,” Rush continued. “I think if she’s got the facilities, she can put them to work. I also think it’s obvious Sixx maneuvered that for her.”

“Need capital to make movies, Rush.”

“Chaos can shut down Bang, sell that space, the equipment and invest, Dad.”

“I’d watch a documentary about Chaos,” Rhash commented as he straightened his big body out of his chair.

“I would too,” Knight said, already up.

Rush and Tack followed suit. More handshakes. Farewells. Then Knight and Rhash took off.

When the outer door closed on them, Hop opened it back up and came in.

Tack gave him a chin jerk and turned again to Rush.

“A documentary about the Club?”

“She’s gonna hang on Chaos while this all goes down so I know she’s safe, but we don’t have to have a man on her to make that so. Her brothers need to get home to their jobs and their woman. And Rebel wants to be up here with me so she doesn’t want to go with them. She’ll film shit when she’s hanging around.”

“Safer down there,” Tack muttered as Hop walked into the room.

“Nowhere is safer than Chaos,” Rush replied.

“That didn’t take long,” Hop butted in.

“Brief when we get back,” Tack told him.

Hop nodded.

Daisy stuck her head in.

“Anyone wanna watch a movie?” she asked.

“Hell no,” Rush answered.

“Fuck no,” Tack answered.

“What movie?” Hop asked as answer.

Daisy let out another of her ringing-bells laughs.

Eight thirty that night . . .

“Come back, bring your man, hit a hog roast,” Rush invited Sixx as they all stood outside the security area at DIA, Rush saying goodbye to Sixx, giving Rebel time to say her goodbyes to Diesel and Maddox.

“Seems I’ll have an active social agenda when I’m back in the Mile High City,” Sixx replied with an amused smile.

“Club’s indebted to you, Sixx,” Rush said in all seriousness. “Way he’s used women to get fat and sassy over the years, poetic justice he got taken out of the game by two of them. Only way it doesn’t hurt, Chaos didn’t get that honor. Still, it’s a relief it’s done, so anything you need we can get you, you call on us.”

“I’m mostly out of the game, Rush. Only take on special jobs like this one. But I’ll bear that in mind.”

“Good.”

Sixx moved closer. “You get to tell her.”