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“Sounds good to me,” Jameson said, sliding onto a stool.
I was extremely aware of Jameson’s eyes and how he was inspecting who was in the kitchen behind us.
Natty came forward and started placing plates in front of everyone, one by one. When she got to Jameson, his eyes were trained on her and a smile slid into place.
“You’re Natty, right?” he asked, and she completely froze.
“Or do you go by Natalie, I wasn’t sure...”
Oh shit.
Natty’s eyes stayed trained on his face, and she even smiled, but I could see how her nose flared and her grip on the plates tightened.
I caught Wes’s glare and knew he was about to lose it. Turning off being president was likely just as difficult as turning it on.
“It’s Na?—”
“You don’t get to speak to her,” I cut in.
Jameson lowered his gaze to the counter. “Didn’t mean any disrespect.”
Natty cleared her throat. “It’s okay…and yes, it’s Natty, how did you um…how did you know about me?”
She glanced around the room, and I saw that Laura was making her way to the front, still behind Red, but watching what was going on, likely getting protective of Natty. I gave her a warning glare, but she wasn’t looking at me.
“Actually, you’re the reason I wanted this meeting.”
Aw fuck.
Wes was going to lose his shit, and I was already on the cusp of losing it too. Then Red and Laura both walked forward and were suddenly at Natty’s elbows in a protective stance. A sliver of pride surged in me because Laura instinctually was club, even if she didn’t realize she was.
“This is something you should have run by me; you don’t just come in and start saying shit to my members.” I practically growled.
Jameson clenched his jaw. His men glanced back and forth at one another.
“I think every club has heard of the deal Simon Stone made for you, Natty. The one where he literally stole you from?—”
The sound of the plate smashing at Natty’s feet cut Jameson off. Natty’s eyes were pinned shut, then her face flushed.
“Oh shoot. Sorry about that.” She bent to pick up the pieces, when Laura moved to help her. Natty’s grip hadn’t been slack on that plate…she stopped him from continuing on purpose. I just wasn’t sure why.
Laura stood with a few pieces of broken plate in her hand when Jameson suddenly seemed to notice her. She was pulling back, about to leave, when his gaze narrowed and one of his men cleared their throats, and the other leaned in to whisper something. I felt ice slide down my spine as they all stared, and it wasn’t lust on their faces. It was curiosity…surprise as if they were shocked to see her here.
“You seem to have an interesting collection of members, Killian.” Jameson shook his head and began eating the food Red started dishing out.
Laura and Natty slid back into the kitchen, and everyone seemed to move on from the conversation and even started talking shop about bikes and Wesley’s repair show.
I didn’t miss the way Wes kept glancing at me, or the tension in his jaw.
“King, we need to talk.” I pushed off the counter, giving a nod to Wes and Giles.
The leader glanced once at his cousin, then his men, before following me in through the church doors. The double doors led to a spacious room: the walls covered in memories and memorabilia from over the years. There were photos with Simon and my pops, and the original crew, retired cuts, patches, conquests. There was a Raider cut pinned to the wall with a railroad spike after Wes used the spike to end the asshole’s life who had helped kidnap Callie when she was eighteen.
Jameson pulled out a chair and dropped into it, propping his elbows on the table.
He was taking too long. “Cut the shit, just tell me why you’re here.”
His eyes dropped to the table before he let out a small sigh.
