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It likely won’t just be him showing up at the clubhouse tonight. It’ll be the entire chapter, and they’re going to be pissed we kidnapped their prospect.
“You doing okay?” I ask Jordan, who is slumped down in one of the chairs in Isaac’s office.
“Peachy keen,” he replies, trying to act cool and calm. But I can tell by his bouncing knee that he’s nervous. Worried. Does he think they won’t come for him tonight? I’m certain they will. The only reason it’s taking so long is they’re probably trying to come up with a plan. Hopefully, it’s not to come into the bar guns blazing. That won’t end well for them, unless they already got back up from other chapters…
“They’re here,” Isaac says when he lowers his feet to the floor behind his desk as he stares at the live security video on his phone.
Jordan lets out an audible sigh of relief.
“How many?” I ask our president.
“Looks like just six.”
Thank fuck.
“They’re off their bikes and heading toward the front door.” He continues to give us the play-by-play. “It’ll take a few minutes to check all their weapons. Everett, go direct them this way. Thane, you come stand behind my chair.”
It’s impossible to hear anything happening downstairs, thanks to the music and chatter of the customers. At least we haven’t heard any gunshots yet. That’s a damn good sign.
I can make out the sounds of multiple heavy boots climbing the stairs, then coming down the hall right before Everett leads them in before taking up his position on the other side of me. My heart races in anticipation of seeing RJ again.
A tall, built guy with ear-length blond hair walks in first, likely the president – Remy Fulton, according to our research. He’s followed by a pretty blond who also has to be one of RJ’s brothers because they look so similar, then Barrett, a buff man with a black beard, an older, dark-haired guy in a prospect cut, then finally RJ bringing up the rear. He avoids making eye contact with me, which I fucking hate. Still, my eyes devour every inch of him. Even his clenched jaw is hot behind golden stubble.
“You okay, Jordan?” one of the brothers asks the kid right away.
The prospect lifts the front of his shirt under his cut to show them the fresh blue bruises on his ribs, making me cringe. “Not fun, but my own father has treated me worse,” he responds all dramatic and shit. Is he trying to make this worse? I feel RJ’s gaze on me now, and he’s fucking furious because he thinks I hurt the boy. Great.
“Why the fuck are you beating up on our prospect and holding him hostage? We let you ruin three bikes without seeking retribution. Don’t make us rethink that decision,” Remy says to Isaac. Barrett’s eyes flicker from me to Everett like he’s looking for our weapons.
“I have a message for you,” Isaac begins. “And I didn’t trust the kid here to convey the urgency.”
Remy sighs. “Let’s hear it.”
“After your old clubhouse went up in flames, I thought you would’ve been smart enough to call it quits. But you didn’t. So now you can fold this chapter of the Savage Kings or move it out of Rockland. You’ve got until the end of the month to decide.”
Their president doesn’t take much time to mull that over. “We’re not going anywhere, you crazy bastard.”
“Then the blood spilled will be on your hands.”
“What’s your problem with us exactly?” the other blond brother asks. “We’re not even sharing the same county zip code.”
“I don’t need a bunch of children telling me how to run my club.”
“How you run your club is your business,” Remy tells him, but I’m not sure if I buy that.
“That’s not what I’ve heard. I’ve heard that the Savage Kings think they’re deputized sheriffs, a bunch of vigilantes who go around telling clubs what they can or can’t do, making them bend to their will. I’m not gonna have it.”
“Look, Isaac, we don’t want any problems with you,” Barrett says. “I know you weren’t happy about me and Lyla, but you didn’t seem to have any problem with me back when I married Laurel,” I remind him.
“Back then, you were wearing camo, going to fight for the country. Now you’re in a goddamn biker cut with skull king patches, fucking my baby daughter in my goddamn house and firing at one of my men while Lyla was an innocent bystander!”
The guys all turn to glower at Barrett in question, no doubt wondering if that last part is true. Guess he didn’t tell them about it. RJ looks at me, obviously remembering when he told me I was lying and that shit didn’t happen. Some of the fire leaves his eyes, but he’s still pissed.
Blackbeard, out of nowhere, steps up and asks Isaac, “Are you jealous we’re Savage Kings and you all are just a bunch of rabid bitches?” There’s silence in the room. I hold my breath because, holy shit, he just threw down the gauntlet. “If so, I’m sure the mother chapter could make a patch over happen.”
“Exactly,” Remy agrees quickly. “The Kings don’t have a problem with you or the Hounds. But if you touch our prospect again, there will be hell to pay. Unless you want to discuss patching over, we’re leaving.”
“I wasn’t finished speaking,” Isaac tells him, reclaiming the spotlight. “You’re not leaving until I’m done.”
