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“If the name fits, buddy,” Hash says to a few uneasy snorts of laughter.
Joker ignores him. “Here’s the thing, Trig. They blew up the clinic. In retaliation, Evanee took down three of their guys.” He shakes his head. “Mad Max ain’t as pretty as he used to be.”
“She deserves a fuckin’ medal for that,” Rocky remarks.
Hangman slaps the table. “We ain’t prepared for a showdown with the Blackbeards. Always something happenin’ here to distract us. If we can get Crip to back off for a while, we can concentrate on the business of makin’ a living and finding the fucking feds.”
“Maybe they’ve gone away,” Blood ventures. “Been pretty quiet on that front.”
Reaper and I exchange glances, but Joker’s too smart to react. “Means they’re lying low, is all. We can’t expect they’ve gone away.”
“Back to Trigger’s fine,” Hangman says to Joker. “How much?”
“Ten k.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I’m livid now. “Ten fucking thousand dollars?”
“We need you to impress upon the vet that she stays out of Jury and Blackbeard business. We can’t have our women being vigilantes.”
I run my hand over my head as I try to see their points of view. Evanee was reckless and she did have time to cool off, but she still went ahead with her plan. She walked into the Blackbeards’ clubhouse when she could’ve called me or waited for us.
My stomach twists at the thought. Maybe me paying a fine for her actions will make her think twice about what she does in the future, but it sure as hell ain’t gonna stop her from thinking about it. If I tie her to the bed or spank the hell out of her, she’s gonna get off on it and beg for more.
“I’ll pay the fuckin’ fine,” I mutter because I have no choice.
“Good,” Joker says. “Moving on.” He looks at Hangman.
“Right,” Hangman nods. “Time to vest the vet and the thief. Everyone in favor say aye. Anyone against can fuck off.”
The room rocks with laughter as there’s a unanimous show of hands.
The rest of church goes by in a blur, me barely paying attention as I think about how Evanee and I are gonna come up with thirteen thousand dollars. Fender will deduct it from my share of the club’s activities, which will more than cover it, but we got other expenses.
We gotta rebuild the clinic, get the Beamer fixed up and start planning for the wedding. And we gotta get another fuckin’ horse because apparently Lullaby’s getting depressed and needs a companion. I suggested we could steal one, but Evanee thinks horse rustling might still be a hanging offence in Nevada.
Neither of us wants to find out if that’s true.
CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
Evanee
Aweek later, I’m at my parents’ house. The Hell’s Jury clubhouse is well into the renovation, and the club needed a private venue. With a little persuasion from Trigger, my dad offered the use of the backyard for the party.
All the ol’ ladies are here, the children, and other family members.
Emma, Coyote’s sister, is talking to my parents – it’s clear that mom’s taken with the twins. Maddie is standing to the side, not engaging in the conversation, her attention fixed on Stark who’s deep in discussion with Mothman. Stark glances up and catches her looking. He holds her eyes too long and she flushes and drops her head.
Wendy and Verity are standing next to each other, both impatient for the ceremony to get over with so they can go somewhere and smoke. They’re waving their hands while they talk, getting louder with each exchange.
Trigger’s dad, Bob, is deep in conversation with Rocky’s grandma, Dot. Romantic that I am, I decide something is developing. Dicer, the doctor, is attempting to join them, but keeps weaving in and out of the circle.
Brielle is next to Jess, fidgeting. “How long is this gonna last?” she says. “I gotta get back to Lullaby.”
I’m really starting to like that girl.
“And how’re you going to get there?” Verity asks.
Brielle glances over at Hangman’s 16-year-old son, who is sitting in a lounge chair next to the pool talking with Oscar, Sean, and Max. “Ash is gonna take me. It’s his turn to clean the corral.”
