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It’s been a week of fucking bliss with Jennifer and my kids around. Nothing has popped up for us. It’s calm, something I’m not used to. With this new truce we have with the Jacks Devils, even our businesses are thriving.
Jennifer recently hired a new manager for the strip club, but she still works when she can. The man she hired is good, so far. We’re still keeping an eye on him. His background came back clean, almost too clean, but for now, we’re all good.
I walk through the clubhouse and out the back, Wiz and Manic summoned me for some information, along with Hangman who is in front of me and opens the door.
“What’s this about, boys?” Hangman asks, with the amount of time Wiz and Manic spend together, alone out here, I’m almost positive those two have something going on.
“Take a seat, we have information on Jennifer’s parents.” Wiz pulls out the files he printed off and hands Hangman and I copies while he pulls up the files on his computer. “I printed everything out for you as well, just to have easier access to it.”
“Thanks,” I mumble flipping through it. “What the fuck?” I exclaim, seeing the second page.
“My thoughts exactly, seems Jennifer Butcher is Mafia royalty. Makes her parents death not so random after all. Her parents ran Chicago, bosses of the underworld. They thrived in life; the kids had everything they could possibly want. They didn’t live the high life, saving their money and only spending what they had to. They weren’t your typical mafia family.”
Will this change things for me? Fuck no. “What does this mean for her? Does she get money from her parents or something?”
“Nope, it’s been wiped out, found the source of the wipe out, turns out her brother accessed it the day he turned eighteen. It paid for all his activities including spending a good chunk of it on Jennifer’s body enhancements.”
That fucker. “Is there any left?”
“Actually, yes, two point four million is left in the account, but with his body not yet being found, Jennifer doesn’t have access to it.”
“Leak it, leak the location so Jennifer can access that money,” Hangman demands of the boys.
“Got it, Pres. We sure we did a good clean-up job?” Manic asks.
“Yeah, you know I’m thorough with that shit.”
“If it comes out that Jennifer is tied to the Mafia, what’s that mean for her, us?” I ask, needing to make sure she’s safe.
“Nothing. Chicago is run by new leadership, unless Jennifer wants to take over, nothing will come of it.”
“So, this new leadership, any ties to the guy that killed Jennifer’s parents?” Hangman asks.
“Yeah, found a money trail, and they were the ones responsible for it. We’re leaving it alone because there’s nothing to be done for it now, but if you want to get revenge or some shit, let me know, I can fuck up their books.”
Hangman is silent, looking at me intently. “Do it, I want them destroyed, they hurt one of ours, they deserve pain of their own. Don’t give a fuck how long ago it happened.”
“Got it, boss man,” Wiz says, getting to work.
Hangman and I leave and head straight to his office. “What are you gonna tell Jennifer?”
“The truth, no lies between us. Ever.”
“Good, that’s how it should be. I tell Justine everything I possibly can without fully telling her my business, but if it’s something that concerns her, then she has a right to know.”
I nod and look back to the file in my hand. This feels heavy all of a sudden, but it will be a good thing for Jennifer to have. Closure on her old life.
“When’s the wedding?” I ask Hangman, knowing he’s already proposed to Justine.
“Soon, I gave her two months to plan it, I want my ring on her finger before she pops out my kid.”
I laugh, doesn’t surprise me he’s planning it so soon.
“What about you and Jennifer? Any wedding bells or kids any time soon?” Shit, I forgot to tell him about Jennifer’s condition.
“Jennifer can’t have kids, part of the background that the boys uncovered about her history is that her brother forced a hysterectomy on her after four miscarriages and abortions.”
“That slimy fuck, I should have made his death worse.” Hangman’s jaw is clenched, and I thrill for that. Means he sees the asset Jennifer is to me, instead of brushing it off.
“As for the wedding, she wants to get breast reduction surgery before we tie the knot.”
“That will make her happy, huh?” Hangman asks.
“Yeah, it’s something she wants to do before a wedding happens, plus she wants time to plan something out. I bet it’s gonna cost me a fortune and I’ll have to wear a suit or some shit.”
Hangman laughs at that. “Thank fuck for Justine, I have a feeling I’ll be allowed jeans and a tee while she wears a black gown.”
That shit wouldn’t surprise me in the least. Justine is definitely a different breed of woman. She actually scares me more than Melissa does—and I know Melissa, Hangman’s daughter, has him wrapped around her finger.
“Anyways, get outta here, I know Jennifer is due home soon, so maybe you can get it in before the kids get home.” He grins at me and sits down at his desk, tossing the file Wiz gave him on it.
“Later, Pres,” I say and walk out, passing Jordan who is trying to get my attention. “Don’t have time for your shit,” I say and keep going. Bitch has been doing her miming bullshit with me every day for the past week. I’m over her and whatever fucking problem she’s got.
I know when I get home, it won’t be to fuck my woman, but to tell her about her family.