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“That went well.” Cy stamps out his cigar, his gaze on me. “I’m assuming you’ll be volunteering to take care of their business?”
Before I can affirm, Riot speaks up. “It’s my area of expertise, so it should be me.”
“No. I can’t ask that of you, brother,” I say.
“You didn’t ask. I’m volunteering.”
I give him a tight-lipped nod. “I appreciate that. Navy does too.”
“She’s a good one,” he says.
That’s the first time I’ve ever heard him speak positively about anyone. Riot thrives on violence, negativity, and chaos. It’s why none of us are close to him; he’s too intense. Well, no one except for Dutch. It baffles me because the two couldn’t be any more opposite. Dutch is funny and social—the guy you go to when you want a good time.
Then again, Dutch enjoys a kill the way Riot does, so maybe that’s their connection.
“I appreciate you saying that.”
“You claimin’ her?” Riot asks, sending red flags my way. The bastard would try to move in on my woman.
“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ claiming her.”
My brothers pound their fists onto the table, cheering, and I can’t help but smile. Adding someone to the family isn’t taken lightly. If they all hated her, it would make things difficult. But Navy fits in like a missing puzzle piece.
“Never thought I’d see the day a woman would lock you down.” Cy leans back, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m happy for you, son.”
“I’m just as shocked as you are,” I say.
Cy bangs his gavel. “Get the fuck out of here. Meeting’s over.”
We sidle out of the room, and I head to the bar, needing a drink while I come up with a plan. I feel like a kid at Christmas, giddy with anticipation now that I have free rein to deal with Ray.
Lucky throws an arm over my shoulder. “So, when’s the big day?”
I look at him questioningly. Navy and I haven’t even discussed marriage. She’s my forever, but we need more time to settle into our relationship before talking about things like a wedding and kids.
Kids?
Jesus fuck. I never pictured myself being a dad before. I’m not sure I have it in me, but I can picture Navy being a mom. I’ve seen the maternal role she’s taken with the girls at the Honey Pot, even though she’s younger than most of them. I wonder if it’s something she wants because if it is, I’ll give it to her. Might be fun to have some little ones running around here.
“Ray,” he clarifies. “When are you gonna take him out?”
I grunt. “As soon as motherfucking possible.”
“Well, let’s go then.”
“Now?”
He slaps me on the shoulder. “No better time, brother.”
I take another swig of my beer. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
The sun is just setting as we climb into the van used for these purposes. I text Navy, telling her I’ll be home late.Home.That’s another thing we need to discuss. I don’t mind spending every night at the Honey Pot, but there’s not a lot of room. My place isn’t a mansion either, but it’s bigger than her room. Plus, with this new marketing thing she’s doing, we’ll need her space soon.
I push all that to the side as we ride, focused on what’s about to happen and why. All the conversations I’ve had with Navy play through my mind. It was important for her to give details about what was done to her. I don’t know if she thought it would change my mind about her or what, but the only thing it did was stoke the fire that’s been burning inside me since I was a kid.
As much as I hate myself for leaving her, I hate him even more for playing us both so he could use her for his disgusting desires. Now, it’s time to pay.
I’m pleased to see his car parked in the driveway when we pull up to the house. I didn’t want to have to chase the bastard down.
