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“That’s all you know?”
I refused to tell him about Tits, and her connection to Dealio, so I shrugged. “There’s no time to stop and ask for gang affiliation during a gangbang.”
“How many girls do they have?”
“No clue.” It wasn’t my responsibility to help him get rid of the competition, and I didn’t care who won this sick fight, anyway.
“Come on, Savannah. I’m just trying to figure out how big they are, how strong, and how far their reach goes.” He opened his mouth to say more and snapped it shut with a playful grin when I pointed at him.
“I don’t know. There was one girl in each room on the other side of mine at the motel and sometimes there were three girls at the same time, but I was too high and it was too dark to know if they were always the same girls or not.”
This shit was the last thing I wanted to talk about, especially with him. Especially now that I was free, and that life was behind me.
He nodded, thoughtful. “You know anything about guns or other business interests?”
“Other than the fucking and the drugs, I don’t know anything about those pricks. That’s all you’re getting from me because I’m done talking.”
“Fine. And thank you, Savannah. Now eat up, you’re looking a little on the thin side.”
“Wow, charming too? No wonder those Bitches are so rabid to become your old lady.”
Charlie blinked and sat up a little taller, and I realized my mistake. “So something did happen?”
“It’s over and done with, Charlie. No need to get your tighty whiteys in a bunch.”
“Savannah,” he growled, and yeah, it might have been a little bit sexy. Just a tiny bit.
“I’m serious. They want a piece of you and to move up in the big bad biker world. I won’t begrudge them that opportunity.”
“There is no opportunity, first of all. And second, they don’t get to dictate who I choose to welcome into my clubhouse.”
“Even if you forget about your welcomed guest?” He shook his head and for a moment I thought I saw remorse flash in his eyes. “How was the wedding?” I asked with about as much interest as I had in a second piece of pizza.
“It was fine,” he growled. “Too much fucking whiskey, and I didn’t forget about you. I just forgot you weren’t here.”
“Wow, you really are a charmer. First an ass backwards compliment and then outright forgetting me. This drug diet must be paying off.”
I laughed. Laughing at nothing was better than anything I’d done over the past few years.
So yeah, I laughed.
Chapter Seventeen
Charlie
Thank fuck. The wedding activities were long over and the Opey Reckless Bastards were safely back on their ranch in Texas. I sat at the head of the table, looking down at Lady Mayhem, ready to lead Church for the first time as Prez of this MC. I was nervous. Fucking nervous and there was no real reason why.
“How you doin’, Charlie?” My uncle and MC VP, Golden Boy smiled at me as he handed me a cigarette. “Butterflies?”
Tate had been through more shit than any of us could imagine, and when he gave me shit, I knew he had the best intentions. Even though he was my uncle, I was still a grown ass man.
“What am I, twelve? No butterflies, just got some shit on my mind, and I need to talk to my VP about it.”
Golden Boy nodded and took a long pull off his cigarette, dropping into the heavy leather seat at my right side, reserved for the VP.
“Okay, I’m listening.” He ran one hand through his long hair that was more silver than gold these days, but it was still thick and long as fuck.
I took another drag on my cigarette, nodded, and then told him about finding Savannah and keeping her hidden for the past week.
“I know I can’t keep her locked up forever, but I can’t send her back to that shit.”
Tate let out a long breath and took a deep pull from the cigarette before letting it out on a weary exhale.
“Shit, Charlie, when you go, you go big, don’tcha?”
I flashed a smile and shrugged. “It just kind of happened.”
“I get that, but you can’t keep a Black Jack loyalist around and certainly not a fucking Rhymer.”
I heard his words, the truth and sincerity in them, but I also heard something else. “What, exactly, can’t the Prez do?”
Golden Boy held up his hands. “I’m not questioning your position or authority, Charlie. I’m just telling you it’s a bad fucking idea. Besides, how do you know this isn’t all some elaborate ruse? Maybe the Jacks are being smart for once and playing the long game.”
I barked out a laugh and flicked my cigarette into the big metal ashtray in the center of the table. “I found her bruised, bloody, and beaten on the side of the road. It’s not a ruse. If it is, it’s a fucking terrible one.”
