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Evanee’s sitting at the bar, a bottle of scotch next to her. Her back’s turned and she’s watching something goin’ on across the room. In profile, she’s breathtaking. Her glorious hair curls down her straight back, her breasts are straining against her blouse, her long, perfect legs are crossed, her skirt riding up her thighs. She’s cradling a glass in her hand then raises it and takes a small swallow, her pink tongue darting out and licking her lips. One of the guys sucks in his breath and as she starts to turn her head, we all duck back.
“Fuck,” Coyote swears softly. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I draw my eyebrows together. “What?”
King jerks his head towards church, and we shuffle back, me last. I close and lock the door again in case Joker hasn’t got Hangman under control yet.
Rocky slumps in his seat, rubbing at his face. “She’s pretty, I’ll admit.”
I’m outraged. “Pretty? That’s all you fucking got? That woman out there,” I point my finger in case they don’t get who I’m talking about, “is the best-looking fucking woman in the world.”
Rocky sighs. “Trig, all you’re seein’ is her legs and tits.”
Blood rushes to my face and I curl my fists.
Coyote tries to talk me down. “You said yourself, that you’ve known her for three hours.” He stops, thinks about it. “And I’ve never met anyone shallower than you.”
Brutal fuck. “Well, I’m not no more. She’s more than her looks. Trust me. I’m gonna marry her and we’re gonna have gorgeous babies.”
King raises his eyebrows. “Okay. Gotta concede you’ve never got this fucked up over a bird before.”
“What year were you born?” Rocky sneers at King.
“I’m trying somethin’ new,” King defends. “With the new women coming into the club and you two takin’ exception to us calling them cunts and bitches, we gotta freshen up our language.”
“Christ,” Coyote interjects with exasperation. “You guys have the attention spans of snails. Can we focus.”
We all glare at Coyote, but he’s right. Evanee, in all her perfect glory, is distracting. “Here’s the thing,” I say. “The reason Hangman called the meeting is because Evanee needs investors in her business and turns out your girls have bought in.”
Rocky chokes. “What the fuck?”
“What?” King says at the same time. “Haley put money into the business?”
“A vet clinic? That’s weird.” Coyote says as he knits his eyebrows. “It is a vet clinic, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“How’s she running without the money?”
Rocky sneers at Coyote. “That’s not the question we should be askin’, you fuck. Who gives a shit why she doesn’t have the cash. How the fuck does she know Jess?”
“And Haley?”
“And Bryce?”
I hesitate, then say to Coyote, “Your sisters took their mutt in for a checkup. Apparently, they’ve also invested 5 percent each.”
Coyote rubs at his face. “Fifteen percent. I wonder where they got the money?”
King states what we’re all thinking. “How many fucking degrees do you have, you idiot? You’re tapping a fuckin’ thief.”
I try to corral the conversation. “Evanee’s assistant also has a piece, and Evanee wants the club to contribute the rest.”
“Explains why Hangman’s so pissed.”
Well, it’s more likely the punch I laid on him, but I don’t state the obvious. “I can’t understand why it’s an issue—” I start, but then the doorframe splinters as the door slams open against the wall.
Hangman stalks into the room, his face red and his fists curled.
