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“I have a delicate scenario that requires discretion.”
What the fuck did that mean?
I slid into the chair across from him and paused to let him continue.
His brown eyes found mine as he slouched.
“My vice president, Luke…fucked up. His old lady is in a hard way, and unlike here, where your men are protective of the women, Chaos Kings have sided with their brother. I feel responsible for what happened to her…but I don’t know if she can stay there.”
My stomach tilted. I did not need this shit right after becoming president.
With a sigh, I scratched at my chin.
“You asking for her to come here?”
King shook his head, staring at the table. “I’m not sure…I just need to feel it out. I need options. I was hoping I could talk to Natty without anyone else listening, you can watch from afar to make sure she’s safe, but I need her to be able to speak freely. I need to know for sure she feels safe here. If she does, then I might continue this conversation and see what you think about harboring her for a time.”
“This isn’t a fucking homeless shelter, King. We don’t just take in strays.”
Even as I said it, I felt a tiny bit of shame because Stone Riders were made up of strays, misfits and people who had nowhere else to go. It’s what made our people so loyal.
“It wouldn’t be forever. I just need to deal with my men, and the situation without her being at risk.”
I stood and began pacing, running a hand over my head. My mind kept going to Laura; for some strange reason I wished she were here, so I could ask what she thought of this.
“Is there some reason she can’t leave on her own, give her money and shit. Have her take off.”
Jameson let out a long sigh and sat back.
“She’s knocked up. She’s been Luke’s old lady for two years, not married or anything but serious. He decided to go fuck around behind her back, then found out she was pregnant with his kid and he lost it. He dumped her, and now he’s fucking other women in the club in front of her. It’s messed up. There’s a rift between the old ladies of the club, which is making it hard on the men. They’re approaching me privately, asking me to get rid of Penelope, but…I was raised better than that. We don’t treat our women like this.”
Feeling anger surge in my gut, I sneered at him. “And yet your club is treating her like it. Just end it, throw Luke out. Make an example out of him.”
King hung his head. “I tried. It’s more complicated than that. When Wes took over the Stone Riders, the club was loyal to you. He was insecure about it, ask him if you don’t believe me, but if this situation were to happen in this club, the Riders would stand by you. That’s how it is in our club. They’re loyal to him because of his legacy, who his dad was. How he lives by an older and more fucked-up code than I’m willing to live by.”
That settled in my chest like concrete. His pops was likely cut from the same fucked-up cloth my dad was. Where women had no value and were disposable…especially in clubs like this. He likely had a much bigger problem on his hands if the majority of his club was itching to stray back to the old ways. He’d need a new VP, and strength behind him to instill the code he wanted for his club. Which made our alliance make more sense. It made me uneasy thinking his own club might not follow him if it ever came down to needing them.
Another problem for another day.
“Let me ask Natty if she’s okay with it. If she is then you’ll have your time but where you’re visible. I want to be able to see you at all times.”
King nodded. “Understood. Thank you, Killian.”
“Just don’t make me regret it.” I walked toward the doors and was about to exit when King suddenly stopped me.
“Oh, and Killian?”
I turned toward him, seeing he’d moved around the table.
“You might want to keep it quiet that you have the senator’s daughter here, that or place a patch on her back. She’s completely exposed and it’s like finding a random hundred-dollar bill on the side of the road. She’s leverage. Powerful leverage. Especially with the shit coming from these activist bloggers, stirring up shit.”
What…who was he talking about?
I tried to keep a straight face, but I couldn’t help the way my brows dipped.
Jameson caught the look but was respectful enough not to push it. He’d caught me unaware, and I still didn’t know who he was talking about. Was it Natty, or?—
“Those fucking activists have been trying to sneak onto our compound. It’s another reason I’m nervous about this whole scenario…Penelope is pregnant and vulnerable. We owe her our protection, but if it goes wrong, she could go to them and deliver secrets.”
