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“Gray!” Rocco’s voice draws my attention away from my princess again, and I see him standing by Dante’s office door with Cain, waving me over.
“Do you mind going to mingle for a bit? I have business to tend to,” I ask her, and she pouts.
“You won’t be too long, will you?”
Chuckling, I shake my head.
“Fuck no. I have lips to kiss,” I rasp, grazing my thumb over her lower lip, “And a pussy to devour.”
With a cat-like growl, Zoe leans forward and presses her hungry lips to mine. She kisses me eagerly, and my fucking dick stands to attention like it’s her puppet and she fucking controls it.
Dragging myself away from her, I pull her out of the booth and give her ass a slap, which has me reveling in the little squeal that leaps from her lips before I make my way to the office to join Cain and Rocco.
Closing us in the office, the noise from the main room outside becomes muffled as Cain sits at the seat, his eyes focused on the computer screen.
“So you want to look at the footage from the night you claimed your woman?” Cain asks, and I internally cringe, not letting them see how that fucking affects me.
“Yeah. If you have it. I want to see if anyone was recording us.”
“Aside from me, you mean?” Cain chuckles, and I nod before shooting Rocco a wide-eyed look. He just shrugs, used to Cain’s antics.
“Ah, here it is. Would it be wrong to admit I’ve jacked off to this on a weekly basis?”
“The fuck!” I roar, charging for Cain but Rocco stops me with a hand to my chest and a whisper in my ear.
“Calm down, Gray. Don’t forget who Cain is, or the fact they have opened their doors and closed their business down for us.”
My chest is heaving and all I want is to fucking punch something, but I hold back, pushing it down with all of my other anger, knowing it will have the opportunity to be freed soon enough.
Giving my Prez a nod, I relax my shoulders and move around the desk behind Cain, hating the view I see on the screen.
I have Zoe facing the audience as I speak into her ear.
Fuck.
Forcing myself to not look at what I’m doing with Zoe, I look to who I can see in the crowd, watching on. There are a few black spots in the sight of the camera, and it just so happens that Gunner must be in that, because I can’t see him anywhere.
It could be a coincidence, but it could also be telling a story that we never noticed before. The problem is, we are still none the wiser, and the one person who could give us answers is now dead.
The center of my chest hurts, pain from a highly likely betrayal stabbing into me. If Gunner is our mole. If he is the one responsible for all the bad happening to Zoe, aside from me, then I wish he didn’t fucking die.
I would have liked to take his life myself, and watch the light go out in his eyes.
Grayson
Weareallcrappyas fuck after yesterday’s memorial. While most of the club got wasted and fucked their worries away, I found myself nearly fucking sober, indulging in having Zoe in my arms while she chatted away with the Cruz Cunts that didn’t spend their whole time getting spit roasted.
Rocco wasn’t far from us either, sipping on the same fucking glass of Jack for most of the night while his eyes followed Cara’s movements. I could see he wanted her. See he was fighting himself until the moment she left just after midnight. Then he disappeared into the office and didn’t come out until the sun was well and truly up.
Today, church is in the Diamond Crew’s hidden headquarters, a floor below the Diamond Club.
Dante’s empire is a well-oiled machine, and we could take a lesson or ten from him. Even though MCs are a type of gang, they run differently. They are a go between with the big players, our services a mixture of muscle, protection, logistics, and well, balls. When everyone else is running away from the battle, we are running into it.
Unlike clubs like the Reapers, we care about more than our club members. We care about our community. Yeah, we are lawbreakers, but any riches we get, we share with our community. We don’t sit up in our ivory towers and watch them struggle while we reap the rewards.
Dante’s crew are similar in that they don’t live and breathe the need for power and control and without caring who they hurt on the way. Dante’s Diamond Crew are a vigilante group, seeking justice for those that our government fails.
“Wanna explain to me why Cara was here yesterday?” Rocco asks, his eyes landing on me and the occupant in the chair next to me before biting back a smirk as he takes a seat at the conference table.
