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Meyah and Dakota were on their way back to U of A with Skins and Levi who would get a hotel and wait around down there until I got there.
Just the thought of having to head back to Athens, not really having any idea about when I would see her again was already making me feel anxious. I wanted Meyah by my side every single day, but I also knew how much she loved this place, and how she’d really found her strength in Arizona.
She loved the club, there was never a doubt in my mind. But she also didn’t want to live in her family’s pocket constantly. And she needed this distance from her mom, she needed to feel free.
And me?
The club was my life, but so was Meyah. I was being pulled in two different directions, and either way I chose was going to hurt. Meyah and I needed to have a long, in-depth talk about what we were going to do. And we would, but first, I had something that I needed to do.
“You sure you want to do this?” Romeo asked as we pulled up outside the Exiled Eight clubhouse. The man standing at the entrance speaking into his phone, glaring at us through the windshield.
“Do I really want to walk in there and possibly not be able to walk out? That would be a no,” I scoffed at my brother’s idiotic question. “But you really think Huntsman’s ever going to be okay with me having his daughter as my Old Lady if I’m not man enough to show up here and give him the courtesy of letting him know how much she means to me?”
Romeo gripped the steering wheel in his hand, twisting it as he ground his teeth together. “I don’t know if you were present at the clusterfuck yesterday, but he didn’t exactly look like he was about to give you two his blessing.”
“Then I’ve got nothing to fucking loose, do I?” I threw back as the guard stepped aside and the gates began to roll open.
“Only a few limbs…”
The Exiled Eight clubhouse was huge, easily bigger than ours back home. It was an old factory by the looks, real old. Made of brick but looked like it had been well looked after or at least renovated well. A line of motorcycles sparkled outside the building, feeling kind of like home, but at the same time, reminding me these guys were outlaws.
They weren’t just going to let me walk in there and be like, ‘hey, I’m gonna keep Meyah, is that cool?’ No, they could quite possibly be like ‘um… no you’re not.’ Then shoot me and bury me in concrete.
There were two large roller doors that were open that, back in the day, would have been used for trucks to drive in and load, then drive out the other side.
As Romeo pulled up just short of the row of bikes, Huntsman and three of his men walked out, looking like they definitely were looking for a fight.
“You didn’t have to come with me,” I told Romeo as he turned off the engine.
He turned to face me, a dark smirk on his face. “You think I’m scared of Huntsman?”
Of course, he wasn’t.
Romeo had a dark past that could rival Huntsman’s any day. I had heard rumors about the MC President. What he was capable of. What he’d done time for. I knew there were rumors out there about Romeo too.
It was obvious in the way that Isiah—the devious bastard with no fucking morals—treated him like he was a long-lost friend.
If you wanted someone at your back in Las Vegas, it was Romeo.
It was just unfortunate that this was something—a message I guess you could say, that I didn’t want to be diluted by his presence. I needed Huntsman to know that Meyah was mine, no matter fucking what. And not just that, but if he decided to walk away from her because of me, and because of her connection with the Brothers by Blood, he was a fucking idiot.
How that was going to go down?I was pretty confident it wasn’t going to be received well.
Romeo and I both climbed out of the car and walked around to the front to meet Huntsman and his men. One of them I recognized as Ripley—Meyah’s brother.
“You got some mighty big balls walking in here, kid,” Huntsman announced, looking me up and down. His lip curling in anger when he realized I was wearing my cut. “I ought to burn that shit you have on your back for coming in here with another club’s colors on.”
“You’d have to kill me first,” I threw back, standing taller, not willing to back down or be made to feel ashamed of my brotherhood. Yeah, coming here I knew it would be a slap in his face, but at this stage, I felt like maybe that was what he needed.
Huntsman took another step forward, challenging me. “You best turn around and get the fuck out of here before I take you up on that offer.”
I mirrored him, stepping forward. “I got something to say first.”
Huntsman chuckled, opening his arms wide. “Well, I am a man who believes in letting a dying man have his last words before I cut them from his throat.” The way his eyes shone didn’t match the jovial tone in his voice, telling me there was probably some truth to his statement. It was hard for me to doubt it when I saw the tattoos that ran up and down his arms, added to the info that Romeo had given me about Huntsman’s past.
He was a Navy SEAL.
But not always.
