“You got something lined up for her?” Rebel asks.
“Nothing yet. Emma was hoping she could go back to her old job, but they filled the position in her absence. Apparently, nobody told them what was going on with her. My bad.”
“You had enough shit to deal with then. Don’t beat yourself up about that. We’ll find her something,” Rebel says.
Ice looks at his watch. “Fuck, it’s five already.” He stands from his chair. “Let’s go.”
We follow him out. The boys are here, and they all head into the chapel. Once everyone is seated, Ice fills the guys in on everything with Marina and Brianne. He briefly mentions that I will be doing some digging into the Tranquil Gardens, which got a few chuckles.
Just as we are wrapping things up, the door flies open.
“I wanna know why I can’t be involved in these meetings. I’m a member of this club just as much as all of you, if not more!” Honey proclaims, standing in the door like she has every right to be there.
Holy fuck!
She turns toward Ice. “And, Mr. President, you think you have this club under control? Well let me tell you, I could run this club better than you!” She points her finger at him.
Holy double fuck!
Ice glares at her and calmly says, “Honey, get the fuck out.” His voice is so calm, it’s eerie and frankly frightening. When she doesn’t move, he takes a menacing step toward her and says in a more demanding voice, “Now!”
“I have every right to be here!” she demands. She’s higher than a kite and is fucking digging her grave. This is not gonna end well for her.
I get up to assist her and get her out when Ice turns and glares at me. That’s my cue to butt out. He doesn’t want her to have help.
He takes another step toward her. “If you don’t fuckin’ get out of my sight right now, I swear to God, Honey, I will have someone pack your shit and I’ll kick you the fuck out of this club!” He doesn’t yell, but his tone is demanding and downright scary.
Honey begins to come down from her high, and it seems she realizes she has made a serious mistake. “Fine!” she retorts and slams the door behind her. Okay, so not completely aware of her mistake. Slamming the door was not a good move.
Nobody says a word.What. The. Fuck!
Ice turns toward me and yells, “I thought you had that shit handled?”
“Fuck! I thought I did.”
He is so pissed at me. Fuck, I’m pissed at me. I really thought I had her under control. My bad for not realizing she is worse off than I thought. My bad for assuming it would be that easy.
“We’re done here!” he says to the group.
They all get up and start to leave.
“Sainte, Rebel, my office now.” Fuck, I had a feeling we were going to be kept behind. “Spike, tell Honey to get her ass in my office with a major attitude adjustment!” he calls after Spike. He storms out and heads to his office. Rebel and I follow.
We get inside his office, but before he speaks, I jump in. “Ice, I thought—”
“Enough!” he yells. Holy fuck, he’s pissed. Can’t say I really blame him. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Honey comes walking in as if nothing is wrong. She’s still high, but the euphoria she felt when she stormed into the chapel is wearing off.Where did she get the coke?I thought I had disposed of everything.
“Honey, sit down!” Ice demands.
She sits and opens her mouth to speak, but before she can utter a word, he says, “You will not speak. I have heard enough from you today to last a lifetime. Instead, you will listen. Understand?”
She nods.
“There is something fucking wrong with you. You’ve lost your fucking mind. I’m so fucking pissed at you right now; you fucking know better. You’ve always known the rules, and now suddenly you think you are so entitled that the rules no longer apply to you. Well I’ve got news for you, sweetheart. You are not entitled, and the rules do still apply.”
I don’t think I have ever seen Ice this mad. It’s scary, watching that vein on his temple.
