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I tap the bar once, then turn for the rear of the club, making my way outside. The beautiful spring day shines in all its glory on my skin, instantly warming me from the outside in, filling me with contentment.
I approach the bayou fence, open it, and walk down the stairs to the rickety dock. The president and VP are standing near the end, deep in discussion.
Guess they’re talking business.
Maybe I shouldn’t interrupt?
I turn to head up the stairs as a clearing throat gains my attention. “If you’re gonna spoil our chat, you may as well come and say hello, brother,” Hurricane drawls in a Southern accent.
I turn around, and they are both staring right at me, so I make my way down the dock toward them. “Didn’t wanna interrupt… just wanted to let you know I’m here.”
“And you didn’t think it could wait till we’re done with our meetin’?” Hurricane snaps as I reach him.
“Yeah… for sure it could. I thought you’d want me to come find you, so all good.”
“There’s a hierarchy, South. And you coming here doesn’t mean you can skip the rules and do whatever the fuck you want. When the pres and I are having a meeting, it’s for a fucking reason,” City adds.
I step back while my stomach falls through the dock and into the bayou beneath me, sinking into the murky depths. “Right. I’ll come find you when you’re done. Didn’t mean to step on toes.”
“Well, you fuckin’ did. This is strike one …” My eyes widen. “Do anythin’ like this again, and I’m gonna have to…” Hurricane and City burst out laughing. “Oh fuck, I can’t keep this up. The look on your face is killin’ me.” Hurricane reaches out and pulls me to him in a back-slapping embrace. “We’re just messin’ with ya, asshole. It’s fuckin’ good to have ya here.”
City shoves me in the arm. “We really had you going there.”
I let out a long exhale while shaking my head. “You’re both fucking jerks. Here I was, all excited about transferring, and in the blink of an eye, you had me doubting everything.”
Hurricane chuckles, throwing his arm around my tense neck, and he pulls my head toward the muddy bayou water. “I can still make you doubt comin’ here.”
I laugh and punch Hurricane’s ribs weakly, forcing him to let me go. He chuckles, shoving me to the side with the biggest grin. “Nah, Pres, thank you for taking me in. Despite you making my asshole pucker just now, I’m really fucking excited about the transfer.”
Hurricane folds his bulked-up arms over his chest. “Good… because despite what you might think, we’re happy to have your pansy ass at the club.”
“You let me know what you need from me. I know I’m only here temporarily, but while Iamhere, I want to treat the place like it’s my home. Like you are my family. So anything you need, Pres, you just call ’cause I’m your guy.”
Hurricane dips his chin in response. “Appreciate that, brother. We need you to do your thing. Be around when we need you and have your brothers’ backs. That’s all we ask.”
“Not even a question, Pres. It’s a done deal. You can count on me.”
“All right, first job. Ingrid needs an escort to an appointment in the city. Bayou or I would normally go with her, but tensions are high with the fuckin’ Bratva. We need to be here tryin’ to figure some shit out. So you good to tail her in and out of her appointment? You don’t have to go in with her. You just make sure she gets in to see the specialist and safely back home. Got it?”
My conversation with Jaz plays on my mind. Thoughts of giving Ingrid space quickly filter through, but this is my president’s orders… I can’tnotdo this. “You got it! When’s the appointment?”
“She should be gettin’ ready to leave any minute, so if I were you, I’d be hightailin’ my ass up to the clubhouse to make sure you don’t miss her.” Hurricane chuckles.
Dipping my head, I repeat, “It’s good to be here, Pres.” Then I take off up the dock for the stairs.
“Good to have you. Fuckin’ watch Ingrid like a hawk. She’s precious cargo!” he yells as I race up the stairs, closing the gate behind me, and jog for the clubhouse.
“Got it!” I yell, hoping they can still hear me.
Apprehension pulses through me as I sprint through the clubhouse to find Ingrid. She’s already told me to back off. I don’t want to come on too hot, so I will pull back with the innuendos and shit and be her escort for her right now. She’s going to this appointment for a reason and doesn’t need any added stress from me trying to hit on her.
Making my way over as she heads for the exit, she spots me, letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t have time to entertain you right now, South. I have somewhere I need to be.”
“Oh, I know, and I’m going with you.”
She continues to walk to her car, unperturbed by me following her. “I thought I told you to—”
“Back off? No, I heard you loud and clear. But Hurricane has ordered me to be your tail for your appointment. So, like it or not, Iamcoming with.”
