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“And how do you plan on doing that?” Squealer intervenes again, clearly amused by the show that's going on in front of him.
“Rogue is gonna teach us how to shoot,” Ella says, refusing to make eye contact with her husband or father. “We’ve got target practice later on today,” she adds matter of factly.
“Oh hell no. No. No No. Ella, you’re pregnant, you are not handling a gun.” Nyx’s hand scrubs over his face, he’s gonna lose his shit.
“Who’s gonna stop me?” she challenges.
“And who’s gonna be taking care of our son while his mama’s out shooting guns?” Nyx mocks her.
I know straight away that’s a mistake.
“I don’t know, Nyx, I guess the same person who takes care of him while his daddy’s out running ‘em,” she bites back.
“This is getting out of hand.” Prez steps in between his daughter and son-in-law.
“Girls, I understand you wanna watch the fight,” he takes a calm tone, “but it ain’t happening. There will be dangerous men there, men who want to hurt us and destroy our club. You wouldn't be safe.” He puts his arm around Ella. “We need to know that you’re all safe, so we can be on our guard and make sure everything goes smoothly. You understand that don't ya, darlin’?” how his voice is remaining so calm and mellow surprises me.
“Oh don’t be so condescending,” Grace pipes up.
“Gracie!” Brax’s eyes widen in shock when he hears the way his old lady just spoke to his Prez.
“We’ve all decided we want to learn how to take care of ourselves anyway. You keep telling us we’re a part of the club, we want to protect it too.”
“Jesus Christ” Jessie looks up at the sky like he’s seeking strength from a higher power.
The sound of gravel turns all our attention to the yard, where a shiny Mercedes pulls up.
Hawker again… this shit just gets fucking better.
“Just what we fucking need,” I mutter to Grimm, who, like me, has stayed silent through the whole argument.
“We’ll discuss this later.” Jessie takes Maddy's arm and guides her off the chapel porch, but she rips her arm out of his grip.
“Nothing to discuss,” she growls at him, before stropping off toward the clubhouse, followed in line by the rest of the girls.
“Those bitches will be expecting cuts next,” Tac sniggers before we all turn our attention to the ATF agent, who’s no doubt here to rain a new cloud of shit on top of us.
Hawker watches the girls as they go inside, tilting his head sideways to follow Shaniya when she’s the last of them to disappear through the door. It makes me want to break every bone in his body, then feed him his fucking eyeballs.
“Morning,” he says brightly as he walks toward us. I can see from Jessie’s face that he’s thinking about all the ways he’d like to kill him, and I’ve no doubt Grimm’s weighing up the options on how to make him disappear after.
“Officer,” Prez hits him back with the same fake enthusiasm. “What can we help you with today?”
“I just heard a rumor, thought I’d come to check it out. Something about a fight?”
“Didn’t have you down as the sporting kind,” Prez says, keeping it friendly.
“One of your boys is apparently going up against one of Cooper’s?” He looks me over as he talks. This man would have studied every one of us. This ain’t our first encounter with Hawker, and it won’t be our last.
“Oh, we’re lovers, not fighters here.” Prez smiles sarcastically, placing a cigar between his lips.
“Your records speak differently.” Hawker tucks his hands in his pocket, pulling back his jacket and making sure we all get the casual warning that he’s armed.
“I just came to remind you that unlicensed fighting is illegal in this state, and those caught organizing or participating will do jail time.”
“I didn’t think that was your area of expertise.” Brax flicks his smoke onto the ground and rests his ass on the hood of Hawker's shiny ride.
“I’m just looking out for you,” he turns his attention back to Prez. “Which reminds me, have you got any intel for me? I’m hearing Ivan isn’t working alone.”
