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Charlie fell silent while he demolished two slices back-to-back. “It’ll get better.”
I nodded because that was one of those comments that didn’t really demand a response. It was just something people said to make themselves feel better about your predicament.
“How did you end up with the Jacks?” Now he looked at me with interest.
I downed my glass of root beer while I considered how much I wanted to reveal. “Ran away from those Ashby pricks and right into the arms of the Black Jacks.” Now we were getting into what he really wanted to know.
“And?”
“And what, Charlie? I don’t have any intel to pass on to you, because as you know, I wasn’t there as a representative of the Rhymer family.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But anything you do know might help me keep you out of harm’s way.”
“You mean it might help you protect your MC, right?” He looked blindsided by my words. “You ask what you need to know, and I’ll decide if I can answer or not, but you don’t need to pretend you want to know to help me. Okay?”
He fingered his glass, leaving a trail of fingerprints on the condensation coating it like a fog. “It’s true, though,” he said quietly. “I do want to help you.” His words, combined with that beautiful face, had probably tricked more than a few girls into bad decisions, but not this one.
“Right,” I said. That sharp answer should let him know I wasn’t the pushover he seemed to think I was.
The corners of his lips tipped up into a bemused grin. “Okay. How many Jacks are there?”
“Don’t know. I mostly dealt with Roadkill who handles drugs and Blade, who’s the president and oversees the girls and the fucking operation.”
“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 SIXTEEN
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?”
Uncle 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.
