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“What about Agnes and Myra? You can’t make decisions without them in mind.”
“Remedy—”
“No, Fender. Promise me. Whatever you decide on, I want you to think about Agnes and Myra. Don’t hurt them.”
He sighed and lowered his head, then he nodded and looked up again with a tight smile. “Okay. I won’t.”
“Promise me, Fender.”
His eyes flared. He was fighting with himself.
JT chuckled. “Now you’re asking too damn much of him, sweetheart.”
Fender shot a glare his way, then tilted his chin as he looked over at Jagger. “Who’s fucking idea was it to bring him here?”
“Yours,” Jagger answered nonchalant. “Said he’d only try and take Tiny’s place and torture Woodrow while we aren’t watching.”
Fender muttered a curse and turned back to me. His eyes softened as he brushed his thumb along my cheek. “I promise I won’t hurt you, Agnes, or Myra.”
A soft smile touched my lips. That was all I needed to hear. And now, he just had to keep his promise.
Chapter 32
FENDER
I hated leaving Remedy at Jagger’s, but there were things I had to do. I sent Ace and Buffalo to Des Moines, Iowa where Falco’s location was. I told them to stay calm and don’t start unnecessary shit with him, and to then make it clear to him that he’s not welcome to stay. I wasn’t the fucking law, able to kick him out of this country legally, but I was powerful in other ways. And Falco knew that.
I didn’t fucking care where he’d run off to. As long as he’d never show his face around my club or any of the other chapters again. He wouldn’t be welcome there either. It would either be us or them to kill him.
With Falco out of the way, I went on my way to tell his lying brother the same thing. I wanted Woodrow gone, and because I didn’t want Remedy to hurt more than she already did, I decided not to kill him but to chase him out of this country too.
I stepped into his house after sending Tiny outside. I needed to do this alone. I found him sitting on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees, and his hands covering his face. Just like me, he hadn’t slept all night.
He looked up and I saw the pain in his eyes. Pain he inflicted on himself by being disloyal to the club.
It took all the power in me not to lash out on him. Hurting him now would only make things worse. All I wanted was for him to get gone.
I was doing this for Remedy. She was on my mind the whole damn time, and she kept me from pulling the trigger on Woodrow.
He stared at me as I walked closer to him, sitting down on the couch opposite from him. His cut was on the coffee table, and I reached for it, brushing my thumb along the president’s patch.
“Never thought you were cut out to be our leader. I always kept my mouth shut because I knew no one wanted a crazy motherfucker like me to be in charge. Guess that’s changed from now on.” I put the cut back down and pulled out my knife, running the tip across the leather. I lifted my gaze to look at him. “Back then, I wouldn’t have been a good president. Being number two fit me better. While you made somewhat rational decisions, I executed them without question. I killed for you because you’ve always been too damn weak to pull the trigger. Should’ve fucking seen this coming.” I laughed and shook my head. I started cutting off the patch. It didn’t belong to him anymore. Hell, it never belonged to him.
“But now I’ll be responsible for this club. For my brothers. For the women who are more loyal than you’ve ever been. Kinda funny how we treat them like shit and use them to get off, when it should’ve been you to be dragged through the fucking dirt all along.”
I held the patch in my hand and read the word over and over again, taking in the reality of my new position in this club. Then I pushed it into my pocket, keeping it safe until I was ready to wear it. Fuck, and I would wear it proudly.
Woodrow’s eyes stayed on mine as I set the knife down on the coffee table, then I leaned back and got more comfortable. I wasn’t big on talking. I was a man who acted and kept his mouth shut when there was nothing to say. But right now, he needed to hear what I demanded from him.
“I sent Buffalo and Ace to find Falco. They’re making him leave the country.”
I saw relief in his eyes. He was scared I was letting Falco get killed. An amused grin tugged at my lips, and I tilted my head to the side. “You thought I was having him killed. Haven’t you learned shit about me, Woodrow? I’m fucking unpredictable, and I’m honestly liking the thought of people hunting him down and killing him. Although, I would’ve also liked to be the one to kill him myself. But I’m not doing that.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs and threading my fingers in front of me. “And you know what else I won’t do? Kill you. You heard me. I’ll let you run just like your brother. Let fate decide your destiny.”
“What about my family?”
“I won’t decide for your wife. Whether she wants to stay with us or go with you, that’s up to her. She’s loyal to us and that won’t change. She’s got nothing to do with what you did. Neither did your baby girl. Poor kid will grow up and know all about the mess you left behind in this club either way.”
He nodded, agreeing with me. He lowered his head and buried his face in his hands as a heavy sigh left him. When he looked up again, I knew exactly what he was going to ask next.
