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Gage shook his head. “No, sweetheart, no fucking buts. Lame fucking tradition, if you ask me. Pray to fuck I don’t have a girl and have to do that bullshit.”
Oh…
Dobbs snorted.“He’s right. You don’t need anyone giving you away. What kind of misogynist bullshit is that anyway, am I right?”
What is happening? Vada darted her gaze between the two men, and she shrugged.
“Well, it’s tradition, so...” Vada mumbled.
Gage scoffed. “Yeah, one they need to fucking retire.”
This was not at all how she’d seen this going. In her mind, Gage would’ve been honored, or at the very least touched, that she asked. Vada hadn’t anticipated this reaction. Nor did she imagine she’d be in the position to walk herself down the aisle. Not that there was anything wrong with walking solo. She’d seen quite a few women do it. As Gage mentioned, she didn’t need anyone. But for Vada, she wanted it.
It was time for a quick escape.
“Yeah, well, um, I have to go. It was nice seeing you guys. And I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Vada rushed to the door, hoping to make a clean getaway as her cheeks burned. It was almost embarrassing.
“Vada.”
She pushed open the door and turned back. Both men were now standing side by side, appearing confused. Gage spread out his arms. “You never said why you came in.”
“Oh.” Her nervous chuckle had both men sharing a look. “I just dropped in to say hi.”
Vada didn’t wait for a response. She rushed to her car, jumped in, and took off down the driveway.
This changes everything.
****
Hades settled in the chair seated across from Saint’s desk. He glanced around the small office. His brother had always been the smarter of the two. Saint thought ahead to the future and built a life for himself where those closest to him would benefit and be taken care of. Hades had lost track of how many tattoo shops he owned, but of all of them, Ghosttown was his favorite. Saint had hired a few artists, but Hades always waited until Marco came to town for any of his work. As it stood, he could be a walking advertisement for the already successful artist.
“He’ll be ready for you in a few minutes.” Saint rounded the desk and sat down.
“No rush. Took the afternoon off.” Hades pointed to the coat hook on the wall. “Picked up the suits.”
Saint glanced over with a small smile. A few years ago, Hades had stood next to him when he’d married Bailey. Now, Saint was going to return the favor.
“Anything you need me to do besides show up?”
Hades smirked. “Vada’s got everything covered.”
“I assumed that, but if anything comes up, just let me know.” Saint lifted his chin. “How’s it going at the garage?”
“Money’s good. Schedule is even better since I make my own.”
Saint clasped his hands, placing his elbows on the armrests. He stared back at Hades but hadn’t said a word. They’d always been close even when their paths took them in separate directions. When the original Ghosttown club split into two, Saint was adamant about wanting Hades to stay with the Riders. At the time, and even now, it was a safer club. Riders still had risks and dabbled in illegal entities but not nearly as much as East. And they certainly had better leadership under Kase. Hades just hadn’t been ready at the time.
“Got something to say?” Hades raised his brows.
“Talked to Trax yesterday at the clubhouse. Mentioned making you an offer to partner up in ownership with the garage.”
Hades still hadn’t gotten back to Trax and Rourke with an answer to their offer. It seemed they were branching out to try and convince him to take it.
“Did he?”
“He did. Said you were thinking it over. He and Rourke don’t understand what’s holding you back.” Saint sighed. “I’m curious myself.”
“Get to work on my own terms now, and I’m pulling a lot of hours, but that’s my choice. Take on more jobs and be an owner? That’s gonna take a lot of my time.”
