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“Does your club have sweet butts?” What the fuck? This is how she greets me?
I can tell by her tone that she’s in one of her moods. Fuck. Damn, those fucking books. My girl probably thinks I’m messing around with the club girls when she’s not with me. Which sure as hell isn’t the case. When she’s not with me, all I’m doing is thinking about her while attempting to take care of business. Besides, us Knights are loyal to the ones we love. We respect women and the sanctity of marriage. It’s one of our most sacred laws. You don’t claim a woman until you’re positive she’s the one. And when you do make that claim, your dick is owned for eternity. If shit goes south with your girl, you fucking stay in the ring and fight until your problems are fixed. You don’t stray and stick your dick where it don’t belong.
“Babe, can we talk about this later? It’s late, and I just finished dealing with a bunch of club shit. Don’t really want to talk about the Savage Knights right now. I want to talk about you and how my little girl is doing.” I’m hoping she’ll drop this shit for now. I know I need to fill her in on club life, but I’m not doing that tonight. Not when she’s got a bee flying around in her bonnet already.
“Don’t avoid the question, Grit. Now answer me.” She only ever uses my club name when she’s pissed with me about something. I haven’t even said anything yet, and she’s mad. Fuck.
“Yes, we do have sweet butts, but—” The girl doesn’t even let me finish explaining how shit works for us before she’s shrieking into her end of the phone.
“Have you slept with them?”
Fuck. Seriously, she’s going to drill me with this shit.
“Yes, but—” Again, she fucking cuts me off, and now I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.
“Is JoeJoe a sweet butt?” Thank goodness for the easy one.
“Yes, she is, but she’s not like the rest.”
Joe’s become a good friend, so it’s hard to see her as just one of the club girls who hangs around for entertainment. Sure, she screws around with the guys—lately, only one in particular—but she’s also someone we can turn to when we need female advice. Hell, I turn to her every other fucking day when it comes to needing advice on how to handle shit with my girl. I’m so afraid to mess things up with Hailey and want to have a female opinion before I act. So Joe’s been the one teaching me how to read women. And damn, she’s right. Because I’m reading that my girl is jealous and nervous and insecure about where she stands with me right now.
“Have you slept with her?” Shit. I spoke too soon. Talking about Joe is not going to be easy. I know my answer is going to piss my girl off, but I’m not going to lie to her.
“You have!” she practically shouts, letting my silence be my answer.
“Tell me when.”
“Babe, I’m not fucking talking about this shit over the phone. We are going to do this in person. Now—”
Again, she doesn’t fucking let me speak and I seriously want to throw my phone across the room.
“We’re talking about this now, or I’m hanging up on you.”
“We aren’t, and don’t you dare fucking hang up on me, woman!” The line goes dead the moment the words leave my mouth, and I pull it from my ear and stare at the thing, shocked as shit and pissed as hell. “Fuck! She fucking hung up on me.” I turn toward Ice who’s lounging on the couch looking at fucking ease, bastard, and give him a message to pass along to the prez. “Tell Axe I’m going to be tied up the next few days. I have to go deal with my girl once and for fucking all.”
I’m not going to be available for club business until I’ve handled this situation with Hailey. This bullshit wouldn’t be an issue if she had my ring on her finger and my cut on her back. She wouldn’t be so damn insecure or worried about what I’m doing when we’re not together because not only would we be together all the fucking time, but she’d understand exactly what it means to be my old lady. The only reason we’re not hitched yet is that brother of hers, who I need to fucking deal with sooner rather than later.
I bang on the door, and Bentley answers, still dressed in his police uniform. The guy probably sleeps in the thing and cuddles with his gun at night. Being an officer seems to be his sole identity now. I bet he tries to arrest people and writes out tickets even in his dreams. He never used to be so rigid and uptight, but I guess this job can do that to a person. It’s one of the reasons I love being a Savage Knight. We may be all business and take care of shit when we need to, but when it’s time to clock out, we leave that shit behind and live our lives. Bentley is never off the clock, and by the way he’s standing here glaring at me, he’s about to arrest my ass.
“Get the fuck lost, Burken.” He goes to close the door in my face, but I grip the wood with my hand and stop it.
“I’m not here for you, Officer. Two adults live here, so would you mind letting the other adult in the house know I’m here to see her?”
He calls out over his shoulder, “Hailey! The jackass is here to see you, want me to let him in?”
“No!” Her sassy little response comes from her room and pisses me the fuck off. Damn, she’s stubborn.
“I suggest you leave now. You’re trespassing on private property, and I’d hate to have to arrest you for that. I’m off the clock, and the last thing I want to deal with right now is more fucking paperwork.”
I shake my head at the man, who in spite of the fact he despises me, l still consider a brother. “You love fucking threatening me, don’t you? Every single fucking chance you get. I always had your fucking back, Bent. Still do. Yet you want to pin my ass to the wall just for the fuck of it.”
“Really? You had my fucking back when you touched my underage sister?”
My fists clench by my sides, and my teeth lock together so tight they might break. I grit out the words that I despise even having to say because Bentley should know I’m not some perverted scumbag who would do that.
“I told you I never touched her. What you saw was me comforting her because she was depressed about leaving for college, and we fell asleep. That was it. She was eighteen and legal at the time, and I still didn’t and wouldn’t have laid a hand on her then. Now quit accusing me of that shit because the next time you do, I swear you’ll fucking regret it. You both were family to me. I wouldn’t have betrayed either of you like that, and I’m not a sick fucker.”
“How the fuck do you ever expect me to believe anything you say? You’re a no-good fucking criminal who should be locked up. You can say whatever the fuck you want, but I know what kind of man you really are. The killing kind. Now, like I told you before, you touch my sister or do anything to hurt her, I’ll blow your fucking brains out. I may not be able to keep you from seeing her anymore because she’s back in town now, but I sure as hell can keep you away from her. I’m dead fucking serious, Burken. You’ll be ten feet under before I let you in her bed again.”
