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“True. But we never know what will come out of it.” Stretch offers and I nod, stubbing out my cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.
“I want him to find Adam,” I state, leaning back in my chair. “And bring him to me.”
Stretch nods, a smirk spreading across his face.
“Without drawing attention,” Rocco adds. “We can have Gunner on standby with the van.”
As we all nod, Rocco sneers at Gunner’s empty seat.
“What the fuck is so important that he’s needed in the middle of our fucking meeting?”
Sighing, I stand. “I’ll go find him so you can fill him in.”
Rocco grunts, turning to Stretch and raising the question of which Cruz Cunt to send with Titch, while I leave the room.
Mama is right outside the door, like she is guarding it.
“Rocco needs Gunner. Where is he?” I ask her, and her eyes travel from mine, to across the other side of the room. It takes me a moment to locate the big guy, huddled in the far corner talking with…myprincess!
The sight of them angled toward each other, faces close as they talk sends pure rage shooting through my veins.
My boots thunder across the old timber floor, kicking chairs out of my path as I go. Gunner must hear my approach, his head jerking toward me before his eyes widen, and a second later, I have him pinned to the wall next to where Zoe sits.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” I roar, sneering in his face.
“Oh, my god. Grayson!” Zoe cries, leaping from her chair, her small hand coming to my arm, but I fucking ignore her touch, even though it calls to me.
“What the fuck, man?” Gunner hisses, but I shove him back harder.
“Why are you sitting so fucking close to my girl?”
The prick decides to fucking smirk.
“We were having a private chat.”
“Grayson, let him go. You’re going to hurt him!”
Zoe’s plea for my brother drags my gaze from his, to hers which is filled with fear. For my fucking friend.
“Why the fuck do you care if I hurt him?” I snap, and her fear turns to anger.
“Because I’m a decent person who cares about people in general. Unlike you, who can’t see past your own fucking reflection.”
Snickers from behind me piss me off even more, but I turn my sights back to my best fucking friend.
“She’s mine, man. You fucking know that. You know what that means. So why the fuck did I just find you sitting so fucking close to her?”
“Not everything is about you.” Gunner shrugs one shoulder, being fucking vague. “You may have claimed her, but she has a right to have conversations with other people.”
“Not up that close she doesn’t.” I snarl and he fucking chuckles. “I’ve claimed her man. It’s time you fucking accept that and move on. She never was, nor never will be yours.”
Gunner’s smirk falls, his face morphing into anger, and I realize this could be the first time we have a serious fucking fight. And it’s over pussy.
“Gunner, I believe Rocco needs you.” Mama C interjects from next to us, and Gunner nods, but his eyes don’t leave mine.
“She. Is. Mine.” I remind him before shoving off him and stepping back as I fight the urge to massage my stiff shoulder.
I can see he wants to say something else, or even take a swing at me, but he smartly pushes off the wall and makes his way back toward the back of the clubhouse.
