Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Move on from here. Or move on from CB?” Rock asks.
“You break her heart, Dex?” Z smirks.
How the fuck to answer that question? “I don’t think so. But she expressed some feelings about everyone else moving on or settling down.” I slide my gaze to Z. “And some disappointment about Emily and me.” There, that’s a reasonable way to describe it.
Rock’s mouth turns down in a better-you-than-me expression.
“She hassle Emily?” Z asks.
“I don’t think so. They haven’t really been around each other all that much.”
“Swan’s been good to the club,” Z says. “Does a lot for us but you can’t have her disrespect your old lady.”
“No shit.” I wish I’d never brought this up. I glare at him. “I’m not the only one who’s ever been entangled with her, you know.”
“Entangled.” Z snorts and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re probably the only one the girls thought they might be able to tame one day. No one ever expected me to settle down.”
Rock shifts his gaze to Z. “You say that with such pride.”
“I know, right?” Z grins, this time with genuine amusement.
“Seriously,” I say, trying to steer the conversation back to something relevant. “Swan’s helped a lot over the years. Brought in some new dancers recently. But I think she’s done.”
“Isn’t she teaching pole fitness now?” Z asks.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same thing.”
Finally, he shrugs. “Whatever. You know what CB needs now better than I do.”
“Gee, thanks, brother,” I say with all the sarcasm I can muster.
“I appreciate the work you put in there, Dex,” Rock says, cutting off any additional commentary from Z. “If you want a break, just say the word.”
“I think I’m gonna get my break when we head to Tennessee,” I remind him. “You hear from Priest about Digger’s funeral, yet?”
“Yeah, more fucking warnings to be on our best behavior.” Rock’s jaw tightens.
“He’s got nerve saying that to you,” Z says. “And you know he won’t dare say that to your face.”
“He shouldn’t be saying it to you either,” I point out to Z.
“Yeah, I still got the stink of Sway and Shadow’s bullshit to wash off.” He shrugs. “It’ll take a while.”
“None of that’s on you,” Rock insists. “He knows your charter is a hundred percent better off than it was.”
“We’ve got the right crew now,” Z agrees.
“Situation’s a bit volatile down south. Southwest primarily.” Rock runs his hand over his neck again. “So, Priest’s concern is understandable to a certain extent. Anyone wearing a patch is going to be looked at hard. Won’t matter which club. We’re all a target.” He flicks his gaze to me. “We should probably build in some extra time to get there in case we run into any issues.”
I nod quickly. “I can do that. I’ll be sure to go over everyone’s ride. No reason to hand the cops a reason to pull one of us over.”
“Let’s get in there before Wrath ends up strangling Jiggy,” Z says, gesturing toward the clubhouse.
Rock was right. Church is quick and to the point. Besides the upcoming trip, there isn’t a lot for the whole club to discuss.
So far, there’s been minimal fucking around. Like everyone’s eager to get out and enjoy the early spring day.
Rock takes a slow look around the table, briefly pausing at each officer. “Anything to add? Any requests? Let’s hear it now.”
I lift a finger to get his attention. “I could use a few more bodies at CB next weekend. Running another amateur night. Things can turn chaotic fast.”
Across the table Teller groans and shoots a warning glare at Rock.
My shoulders shake with laughter. “Don’t worry, I’m not so desperate for help that I need your moody ass there.”
He blows out a relieved breath.
Jigsaw raises his hand like he’s searching for a teacher to hand him a gold star. “I’m up for it.”
I nod at him. “Thanks, Jiggy.”
Rock shoots an is that okay with you eyebrow raise at Z, sitting at the opposite end of the table.
“Thanks for stepping up, Jiggy.” Z glances at the brothers from his charter, slowly narrowing his eyes while he seems to contemplate who he wants to nominate from his charter.
Butcher side-eyes Z, then throws his hand in the air. Better to volunteer than be volun-told. “I’m in, Dex.”
“Thanks,” I say. Butcher’s good at keeping order. Wish he lived closer so he could help out more often. “I’ll text you details.”
“Brother, you know I’ve got your back,” Rav says.
“Counting on you.”
“Dex, I’m in,” Bricks says.
“Me too,” Hustler says, lifting his chin at Butcher. “We’ll ride up together.”
“Well, now I feel left out,” Z sighs.
Rock’s gaze shifts to me and he raises an eyebrow. “Will that be enough coverage, Dex?”
Jiggy, Butcher, Bricks, Hustler, and Ravage. Is that enough? “I think so, Prez. I’ll call Remy and have him come in too.” I smirk at Teller. “He does the ‘stand there and act scary’ thing almost as well as you do.”