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“Thanks, Screw.” She smiles when I place it on the counter in front of her, then digs her hand in the box and shoves a handful into her mouth. Squealer looks at his old lady like she's some kinda headless monster as she stuffs her face like she's been deprived.
“Thought you might want someone to keep the girl company while we’re at church,” he shrugs, peeking his head into my room and looking smug as fuck to find her sleeping in my bed.
“Fast work.” He sounds impressed as he strolls back over to the table where Alex has sat herself.
“You good here?” he checks, and Alex nods back, muffling a ‘yes’ around a mouthful of dry Apple Jacks.
“We should head down, can’t put this off any longer.” He digs his fingers into the cereal box and takes a handful for himself. It earns him a swipe from Alex.
“Have I told you how sexy you look when you're filling your face like that?” he tells her with a smug grin on his face.
“Fuck you, Harrison.” Alex takes her hand out of the box to flip him off, and he quickly grabs her jaw and rams his tongue into her mouth, not giving a shit that it's still full of half-chewed cereal.
“You keep those boys of mine fed, darlin’,” he tells her before heading toward the door.
Alex rolls her eyes and swallows her mouthful. She’s given up reminding him that they don’t know what they’re getting yet.
“Good luck,” she calls out to us after I’ve grabbed my cut and headed out to follow him.
The atmosphere in the church is sharp as a knife's edge when we arrive and take our seats. Prez and Jessie are already waiting, and Nyx and Brax both give me a matching death stare when they show up to take their seats. One by one, my club brothers arrive, none of them looking like they’re prepared to cut me any slack.
“What the fuck you doing here, Screw? You should be back at your cabin, knocking that little bitch you stole the fuck up. Because one way or another, we owe Raphael Verretti a fucking virgin.” Tac tries being clever as he strolls through the door, and it takes Troj, Squealer, and Jessie to stop me from getting to him and tearing his face off.
“Cool it!” Prez orders angrily, slamming his gavel into the wooden table.
“That's fucking sick.” Squeal looks over his shoulder to Tac judgingly, his hands easing me back into my chair. “Why the fuck didn't I think of it…?” Slumping into the chair beside me, he rubs his fingers across his forehead. “What’s happened to me?”
Thorne is the last man to arrive, and when he shuts the door behind him, all eyes turn to me.
“We all know why we’re here,” Prez kicks it off. “You wanna explain yourself, Screw?”
“Okay…” My brother takes a long sigh and straightens himself in the chair, preparing to speak up on my behalf, but I silence him by standing up and squeezing his shoulder in my hand.
“I got this,” I tell him, feeling like I’m gonna fucking throw up when all the brothers around the table stare at me with the same shocked expressions as they did when I spoke last night.
“Yesterday, I made a decision that I'm pretty sure is gonna have an impact on the club,” I start, ignoring the fact that Nyx is looking like he’s about to climb across the table and slit my throat. He’s got a family to protect, a gorgeous wife, and two kids that he adores. I don’t blame him.
“When I saw that girl, I had to get her out of there. I acted alone, and I won’t hide behind this club. You can turn me into Verretti, and I’ll take personal responsibility for taking the girl and killing his men.”
“That's fucking suicide,” Squealer shoots up next to me, and I quickly force him back into his seat.
“It was a choice I made against orders, and I deserve to pay the price for it, and you should all know that if I were in the same position again, I'd do the exact same thing. I won't regret what I did because I saw what the man who bought her was gonna do to her.
We got Verretti doing that shit right on our doorstep. Stealing and trading women. Any one of your old ladies could have been a girl on that podium.” I take a deep breath after my long-assed speech, waiting for a response.
“Not fucking Grimm’s,” Squealer looks sideways towards Grimm. It earns a few smirks from the others and lightens the mood in the room. And instead of being pissed, Grimm looks fucking proud as he nods in agreement.
“I bring it to the table that we crush Verretti just like we do any other threat to our town,” I put it out there for them to hear, hoping I get some support. Killing those sick assholes might release some of the tension coiled inside me.
“I agree,” Brax nods his head, leaning forward to dump the ash off his smoke into the ashtray. “Since when have the Souls ever been too scared to stir up a little shit? We can protect our women. Who’s gonna protect the girls who are being fucking sold out there like Storm's sister?”
“And what would you have done if Riley had been there too? Dragged both their asses out of there like some kinda batman wannabe?” Troj crosses his arms over his chest. I can see why he fears the blowback this could cause. His wife, Shaniya, has been through enough shit to last a lifetime.
“I’da died trying.” I turn my head to look him in the eyes so he knows I mean it.
“And what about the knock-on from this? We could lose a lot of business, the Cartel, the Russians, they all deal in women too,” Thorne points out.
“Not in our town, they don’t.” Jessie’s response catches me off guard. Yesterday it seemed he was ready to boot the brains out of my skull.
