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If he wanted to keep secrets, then that was his prerogative, but that didn’t mean I had to stay. I had enough on my plate as it was. I didn’t have time for his club shit or whatever it was his mother thought I needed to know.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed. What does it look like? Then I’m getting York and we are going back to Tia’s.”
“You are not leaving, Tess. Take that shirt off and come back to bed.”
“No.” I said, reaching for my jeans and pulling them on.
“Fuck, you are a pain in the ass.”
“Back at you, asshole.”
“I get out of this bed we’re gonna fight.”
“You can do whatever you want. We’re not together anymore, remember? You don’t recycle and the contract I signed became null and void the second I walked out. So, bite me, dickhead!”
“We’re getting married, okay!” he shouted.
That stopped me short.
Married?
Was he fucking crazy?
There was no way in hell I was marrying him.
Chapter Twelve
Montana
It had been a few days since I saw Tessa. She still wasn’t talking to me. No matter what I did or said, she refused to listen. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have blurted out the marriage shit, but in my defense, she pissed me off. All I wanted to do was sleep. My family showed up out of the blue and they were exhausting. Coupled with my visit earlier to the Lansing House, I just wanted some peace and quiet.
She didn’t stop me when I showed up every evening to spend time with York. Even leaving me alone in the apartment with him, while she ran errands. But she wouldn’t talk to me.
A knock had me looking up as Mercy walked into my office. The man looked haggard, as if he wasn’t sleeping either. Sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk, he began, “Got a call from Tennessee. Ghost officially asked for help.”
Sighing, I leaned back in my chair. “What’s your estimation?”
“He’s done. I say we go in, clean house and leave a skeleton crew until the kid comes of age.”
“What about Bullseye or Sandman?”
“Both are still refusing to sit in the chair.”
“Someone has to. I promised Reaper I would save the club for his son. I can’t put a Soulless Sinner in the chair. It must be a descendant. You read their charter. The rules are clear. Only a descendant of the Original Seven can sit in the chair.”
“Then we need to convince Bullseye because Sandman won’t do it.”
“What about putting a female in the chair?”
“The charter doesn’t allow for that. The club can patch in a woman, but the chair is for dicks only.”
“And there is no one else?”
“No.”
“Get with Fury and have him gather a crew. Make sure that those volunteering know they will be relocating for the foreseeable future. What else?”
