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“I’d rather push off some of the projects we have going on than have anyone else getting hurt. Tank, how’s Horse doing? Maggie?”
“Maria is over there now. Horse is making progress with his physical therapist but is still pretty weak.”
Ghost nods, steepling his finger across his chin. “Flame, you good at the shop with Bunny?”
Flame side eyes Ghost, who chuckles. “Brenna,” he corrects, rolling his eyes.
“We’re good. I’ve got what I need there if it ever comes down to it,” Flame says with a sinister smile.
“Lilah?” Ghost turns to his VP.
“Lilah’s fine. I’ll be with her until we get the bakery fixed and running,” Ringer growls and glares at his brother.
“Good. Trig, what about you?” Ghost asks, looking directly at me.
I shake my head. “Ben can take care of himself at the shop. But that’s not my concern.”
“Pebbles,” Ghost says with a nod. “We’ll have a prospect watch the studio in the evenings. Who else do we need?” he asks, looking around the table.
He goes around to each brother and we figure out a game plan for everyone’s family to have some sort of protection. We can’t afford anyone else getting hurt before we get to the bottom of whatever the hell is happening.
“Ring, you think you can go with Razor to meet with Power and see if he knows anything?” Ghost asks.
Ringer nods curtly at his brother and Ghost just chuckles. Something’s going on between the blood brothers, I just don’t know what.
The rest of church is spent bullshitting about the different things Ghost and Reaper are trying to implement in the club and we all vote in favor of their new ideas. One of my favorites is Ghost’s proposal to participate in a toy run for underprivileged and foster kids in our area. I leave the room with an extra skip in my step as I think of how many kids we can help and make happy on what should be the best day of the year.
I can’t wait to see my own kids' faces on Christmases and birthdays. Those were two occasions I dreaded the most as a kid. Growing up in the system, you usually don’t participate in holidays due to the lack of money or family, especially if you’re in a shitty foster situation.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, stopping at the bar Wes is cleaning. “Can I get a beer?” I ask him.
I pull my phone out just as Flame stops next to me.
The boys want Italian for dinner. I’m making pasta.
I chuckle at the message from Pebbles. She always says whatever she’s craving is what “the boys want.” It’s been about a month since the bakery accident and since she finally admitted her feelings for me. We spend every single evening together, and when I stay there it’s hard to get out of bed some mornings. With her studio schedule, she doesn’t get home til after eight thirty some nights. I’ve only stayed overnight on a few occasions.
Sometimes I think my balls up and ran away when I imagine a future with her, but we haven’t even had the whole relationship conversation yet. It’s like we went backwards when she finally admitted that she loves me. In both of our defenses, I’ve been busy with the club, and she has been equally as busy with getting her studio up and running.
“How is Pebbles?” Flame asks as Wes slides two bottles of beer across the bar.
“She’s good,” I say, running my fingers through my long hair. “At least, I think she is. I honestly don’t think she’d tell me if she wasn’t.”
Flame chuckles. “That’s Pebbles. Stubborn as hell.”
“How’s Brenna?”
The smile that overtakes my brother’s face has my own lips pulling up. “Fucking perfect, man. You should really come by and see what she’s got going on. She’s amazing.”
“I see what Shaye posts on her Instagram. She’s talented, that’s for sure.”
“Talented isn’t even close to cutting it.”
“Maybe I’ll have her do something for the boys,” I say, thinking about the type of tattoo I could get for them.
“Ghost is a fucking cocksucker,” Ringer grumbles as he drops onto the stool to my left.
Flame and I chuckle and Ringer turns a glare our way. “What the fuck did he do now?” Flame asks.
