Page 7 of My Prince

I moved next to Dice and watched Garett and Mark leave.

“What are the odds that they don’t ever come back?” I asked.

“Slim to none, man. Pretty sure our asses are fried if they don’t get the footage they want.” Dice nodded to the back of Mark’s disappearing car down the road. “I heard those two saying they’re way behind on the needed footage.”

“Sounds like their problem, not mine,” I grunted.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice called from behind us.

Dice and I stepped to the side, and Adalee sneaked between us.

“Sorry,” Dice muttered.

“All good,” Adalee replied. She headed to her white Volkswagen Beetle without glancing at me or Dice.

“She’s kind of cute,” Dice remarked.

I scoffed. “More like annoying, brother. Fifteen minutes ago, she was begging me to do a damn interview with her.”

“You tell her just to find Pirate?”

I nodded. “Sure as hell did. Told me she didn’t want any more footage of Pirate. I think there might be trouble in paradise between those two.”

Dice chuckled. “I don’t think there ever was paradise between those two. Pirate tried to get with her, but she shot him down. Said she didn’t mess with people she worked with.”

“Then why the hell is Pirate still sniffing around her?” I asked.

Dice shrugged. “No fucking clue, man. He must be a glutton for punishment or something.” He clapped me on my shoulder. “We better get into church. Yarder hasn’t been in a good mood since the shooting.”

I nodded, and we headed into the clubhouse.

Sloane and Dove were on the sofa, while Olive and Poppy were in the kitchen.

“We’re making dinner,” Olive called.

“Tell Yarder to hurry up church. It will be ready in half an hour,” Poppy said.

Dice tipped his chin to them. “Yeah, that is the last thing I will be doing today. Telling Yarder to hurry up is the stupidest thing we could do.”

Poppy laughed. “Then I’ll be barging in half an hour from now, okay?”

I nodded. “We’ll make sure to take cover.”

Poppy shooed us away with a wave of her hand and a smile on her face.

“You really think she is going to barge into church?” I asked.

“More than likely,” Dice laughed. “None of those chicks are afraid of us.”

“You’re probably right,” I agreed.

We walked into church, and I took my seat next to Smoke.

“He finally managed to pull you away from the bulldozer?” Smoke joked.

I shrugged. “I was put in charge of ensuring the new garage build goes smoothly. I’m just doing what Yarder asked me to do.”

Yarder was seated at the head of the table, with Compass to his right. The rest of us were gathered around the table.

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