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"Ian?"
He rolls his eyes before adding, "Fine. And Ian."
I can't help the small smile that spreads across my face, and I drop my head to hide it. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?
"I'll take half the guys' and ride out," Otis says, drawing everyone's attention. He's as serious as they come and has no patience for shit like this.
"I'll take the other half," Maddox sighs. "Fuck this shit, man."
"What can I do?" Kiwi asks. I try to wiggle out of his hold, but he doesn't let me. I work on prying his fingers off my waist, but they just snap back into place.
"Ride around for a bit, see if you can find anything," Spencer says, sounding tired.
"Can do." Kiwi gives him a firm nod.
"And me?" Archer asks, sounding reluctant. He shifts on his feet, and I glance at him. He’s giving me a weird look, and I stop trying to pluck Kiwi's fingers off. My eyes snap down to them, and I stare shocked at what I was just doing.
I've never acted like this before. I've never acted so immature in front of my boss or my guys. I glance at Arch again, finding him staring at me with furrowed brows, like he's thinking the same fucking thing.
"Ride with Kiwi."
We snap our heads to Spencer. He did not just say that. He folds his arms over his chest, his dark brows low over his eyes. He's not giving them an option—it's a direct order.
"And Kens, I need you at the bar. You need to hold this place down. Can you do it?" He eyes Kiwi's hand digging into my side and his jaw clenches before his eyes meet mine. "Belfast will be here soon. But the place should be quiet, since most of the guys will be riding out."
"Don't worry about me," I say, waving him off.
"I wasn't," he says dryly. "Just don't want anything to happen to my bar." Kiwi's hold tightens until I'm positive I'll have bruises.
"I don't like her staying here alone," he says.
"She'll be fine." Spencer ignores him as he sits back in his chair.
"I don't like—"
"I don't give a shit." Spencer calmly stares at him, but his jaw is tight. "I don't give a shit what you do or don't like about the way I run my club or bar. You're a fucking guest here. You have no say." My breath hitches at his tone, and I slowly swivel my eyes to Kiwi. He's glaring at Spencer like he's seconds away from jumping over the desk and murdering him.
"I'll be fine," I say quickly, then glance at Spencer. "I mean, your bar will be fine. Everything will be fine." He stares at me for a moment, then sighs as he turns his attention to Otis.
"I don't know if I should leave," he says. Otis shrugs as he slides his hands into his pockets.
"It's not a problem, Prez," he says. "I can keep the club afloat while you're gone."
"We won't run it into the ground," Maddox says.
"Not too much, at least," Archer adds, grinning. I glance up at Kiwi, finding his glare turned back on Archer. It makes me uneasy knowing they're going to be alone together.
"Please don't hurt him," I whisper. He slowly lowers his eyes to mine. The guys talk around us, but I drown them out and focus only on Kiwi. "Please, Kiwi."
"You two—" He looks back at Archer, murder burning brightly in his eyes. "Are you two together?"
"No," I say, shaking my head. "We're just friends." He lets out a relieved breath and his arm loosens. "Don't kill or hurt him. I mean it."
"One condition," he says. I flick my eyes between his, then take a deep breath. There's no telling what this condition could be. Kiwi is unpredictable, so it could literally be anything.
"What?" I ask hesitantly.
"You need to stop calling me Kiwi," he says in a low voice so only I can hear him. "Call me by my real name." I scrunch my brows.
