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CHAPTERNINETEEN
RIFF
Slowly, I turn my head at the sound of Tanner’s voice. My eyes widen at the sight of her. She’s got her arms crossed just beneath her breasts. Her eyes narrowed on me. Curving my lips up into a smile, I let out a chuckle.
“Sorry, buttercup. Got a bit tied up. I’ll send out for food for you.”
“You think food is why I’m upset?” she asks.
Shrugging a shoulder, I don’t move. Brianne is still standing in front of me, completely fucking naked. Tanner looks over to her, then shifts her eyes back to meet mine. She doesn’t say anything right away, then she takes a step backward and her arms fall to her sides.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter.”
Tanner turns her back to me, and I watch as she walks away. I should follow her, I think about it, but then I don’t. Instead, I continue to stay in my chair. Brianne lets out a laugh and I turn to her.
“What a dumb cunt,” she cries out with laughter.
Standing, I reach out and wrap my hand around the front of her throat and squeeze. “Never,” I grind out. “Never fucking talk about my old lady again. Not fucking ever. She does not exist to you.”
Brianne’s face is starting to turn dark red, maybe even a little purple. I squeeze her a little harder, turning my head to the side as I watch her. Then I release her and watch as her naked body drops to the floor.
Stepping over her, I walk over to the bar and grab another beer. Finishing my smoke, I toss it in the ashtray before I go back to my woman. Fucking shit, she’s pissed at me. The look on her face was not one of acceptance and understanding.
I’m halfway to my bedroom when Ironfist stops me. “We need to head to Louisiana first thing in the morning.”
“What?”
“No time to waste, they’re causing shit and we need to get this handled.”
Licking my lips, I look over my shoulder back at the bitch that’s still on the floor, then shift my attention back to meet his. “Fuck, this happened at the worst time.”
Ironfist shakes his head. “Lots of shit happening all at the same time, brother. I’m not going to be going with you on this one. I’m putting you in charge as the senior brother.”
“Fuck, you’re sending me with kids? I thought Scuba was going?” I ask.
“Frogger, Bans, and Byron,” he announces. “Scuba has some other shit going on, can’t send him right now.”
“Bowie?” I ask, knowing that Bowie always,alwayshas my back in any situation that we’re in.
Ironfist shakes his head slowly, his arms crossing over his chest. “The garage is swamped. I have to work on Rebecca’s van again. Bowie has a muscle car he’s working on. Nobody has the schedule availability to just drop their shit and go.”
Fuck.
I was not prepared for this. Nodding my head, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends as I reach for my bottle of beer and suck half of it down. Fuck. I don’t go up to Tanner. I don’t go anywhere.
Instead, I sit at the bar, and I drink, and drink. Ironfist and I hash out what is going to happen tomorrow. We’re hoping to be able to get in and out without any major problems. It’s only four of us, but the club that is causing shit isn’t a very big one and they are definitelynotorganized.
All of the attacks that they’re pulling are disorganized and nobody has gotten seriously hurt, but they’re escalating and the patched-over club is starting to stress out that they’re going to start causing major damage.
There have already been several fires that have started. One old lady’s car was already set on fire in front of her own fucking house.
“I’ll be ready to leave by nine,” I announce. “Have them ready to go as well. Ammo?” I ask.
Ironfist jerks his chin. “Guns and ammo are ready to go. Just gotta have yourself ready first thing.”
“I’ll be ready,” I state.
Ironfist dips his chin but doesn’t say anything else. He stands and walks away. I stay where I am until I’ve had too much to drink, so I just drop my head against my arm and sleep.
