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alf past six and not one of them had surfaced from Royal’s room.
“So we’re not eating dinner tonight?” I asked.
Apollo shrugged. “I’m sure there is leftover chicken salad in the fridge. You know I’m more than okay with that.”
I was, too, but it was more of the principal of the fact that Bristol really only had to work a few days a month. For her to not actually be cooking when we were here didn’t fly with me.
Or maybe it went back to the fact Royal didn’t want to see me but spent her whole afternoon with Greer.
“I don’t think I’ve seen that scowl leave your face all day, Marco.” Apollo set his glass on the side table next to him. “I figured you would be a little happy once you got a lead on where Meeks was.”
I waved my hand in the air. “We don’t even know if it’s a good lead. For all we know, this is all Meeks’ plan, and he’s going to send us on a wild goose chase while he tries to swoop in and take Royal.”
Apollo shrugged. “Well, that could almost always be an option.”
I glared at Apollo. “You’re not going to try to spread some positivity and bullshit on me?”
“No,” he stated. “You never buy it anyway.”
“Marco,” Murphy called.
Apollo laughed. “I bet they’re looking for dinner, too.”
Princeton walked into my office and stood in the doorway. “Where in the hell is Bristol? I figured she would have dinner cooking by now.”
I shrugged. “I guess you should take that up with Royal. She’s commandeered the chef.”
“What the fuck?” Princeton grumbled. “She told me yesterday when I got in that she was making veal cutlets for dinner.”
Apollo sniffed the air. “All I smell are Marco’s shitty mood and good scotch. I think we’re fending for ourselves tonight, Princeton.”
Murphy stood behind Princeton with his arms folded across his chest. “This is some bullshit. I went to get some of the chicken salad, and it’s all gone.”
Apollo dropped his foot to the floor. “Get the fuck out of here. She had a huge bowl when I was in the kitchen earlier.”
“I saw her headed upstairs with a huge tray filled with all sorts of snacks and the chicken salad,” Princeton shrugged.
Apollo grabbed his glass and stood. “Well, that settles it. One of us is going to have to go to Royal’s room and tell Bristol it’s time to get back to work.”
Murphy laughed. “Yeah, well, that sounds like Marco’s job because he’s the boss.”
“I am the boss, but that also means you guys are my minions who are meant to do all of my bidding and shit I don’t want to do.” I hadn’t spent years following Leo around and learning the ropes to have to deal with day-to-day bullshit.
“I have a suggestion,” Murphy called. “Why don’t we do like they do in the motorcycle clubs? We all say who we want to go handle the girls. The person with the most votes has to tell Bristol to get back to work.”
“Sounds good to me,” Apollo and Princeton said in unison.
Murphy cleared his throat. “All in favor of Marco going upstairs and getting Bristol back to work.”
Apollo, Princeton, and Murphy all raised their hands.
“What kind of bullshit is this?” I thundered. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
Apollo pointed from Princeton to Murphy and back to himself. “Uh, well, I think we just did.”
Princeton chuckled. “Leo always gets a kick out of the MCs. I bet he would be laughing his ass off right now.”
“Murphy,” I called. “You’re going up to talk to Bristol.”
