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“I moved downstairs.” I shouldn’t have said it, but it just came out.
“Not anymore.” He said with one last glance at my lips. Pushing his eyes closed, he turned away from me.
Right as he was about to exit, I called toward him.
“You should know they only stopped because they assumed I was a random civilian. Not having a patch may have saved my life today.”
I turned and realized Killian was frozen at the door, his hand in midair as though he was about to open it.
I didn’t wait around to see what he’d say or do next.
SIXTEEN
KILLIAN
The room was packed, and because it involved everyone in the club, we were in the spacious area where the couches and fireplace framed the room. A few people were perched at the bar, and Red was behind it, mixing up a few drinks. Likely just keeping busy. I knew these sorts of meetings had a tendency to make her nervous.
Wes had Callie in his lap, his jaw was rigid, like he was biting back words. My anger surged seeing them there, all safe and protected. Knowing what Laura had done to keep their stupid fucking car safe.
“You put Harris on Callie or both women?” I asked, loud enough that everyone heard.
Rage over how Simon had given the club to Wes flickered in my chest. A violence was humming inside me, and something told me some blood would be shed tonight over it. My best friend and I had some words to say to one another, and these would best be spoken with our fists.
Wes glared then dipped his head. “Just Callie.”
Fuck. Him.
Callie turned in his lap and her jaw dropped. “What?”
Harris lowered his head as though he were ashamed.
“I will not apologize for this; you knew it was a part of the deal when you said you needed space while being out in town.”
Callie rubbed her forehead, searching the floor as if it could provide some reason as to why her husband just shit all over the only other person who mattered to her.
“But Laura needs just as much protection.”
Wes glared at me then focused back on his wife. “She doesn’t. She’s not a member, she’s not patched to anyone, she helps in the kitchen. If anyone here wanted her protected, they’d offer her a patch.”
I knew that comment was directed at me, but I only glared back.
Callie scoffed then stood from Wesley’s lap, throwing her hand toward Natty. “So Natty isn’t considered a member, or worth protecting?”
Natty flinched, looking down.
“She’s not a member.” Wes double-downed on his statement. “But she knows that, so does anyone who is patched in. We wouldn’t leave her behind, and she is safe here. We offer her protection just by existing. Same goes for Laura. She’s lived in the club apartment rent free for three months. We gave her a job here. She has a place, but she’s not the same as you, and I’m not about to get into a fucking argument about wanting to keep my wife safe.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, staring down my best friend.
“You may not want to get in an argument with her, but you will with me. You fucked Laura over today. She risked her life for the club, for your wife, and all you can do is sit here and talk about how she isn’t owed protection?”
Wes stood while Giles looked on nervously.
“If you have a problem with how things went down then I suggest you do something about it.”
I’d had enough.
Stalking forward, I gripped my best friend around the back of the neck and pushed him until he was ducking and trying to catch his balance. It allowed me to get both our asses outside.
