Page 8 of My Prince

“We good?” Yarder asked.

We all quieted down.

Dice raised his hand. “Your beautiful girlfriend informed us that she is making us dinner and will be walking in here in half an hour.”

Pirate raised two fingers. “She informed me of the same thing, but I wasn’t going to say anything.”

Yarder thinned his lips and glared at all of us. “We’re in church. I don’t care about anything outside of this door right now.”

“That might be a mistake,” Stretch whispered.

“I’m an idiot when it comes to women, and even I know that is the wrong answer,” Smoke mumbled under his breath.

“We don’t have much to discuss anyway,” Compass interrupted.

Yarder sat back in his chair. “We’re going to reach out to Russ. We’ve exhausted all of our resources trying to figure out how to get to Boone and Gibbs. They’re out in the public, but we can’t get to them. They know we’re going to come for them, and have so much fucking security around them, it’s like Fort Knox.”

“Dove good with that?” I asked.

Throttle nodded. “She knows if it weren’t for her dad, this shit wouldn’t be happening to us right now. She knows we’ll do what we can to make sure nothing happens to him.”

Yarder nodded. “As much as I hate this guy for bringing this shit to our doorstep, if it wasn’t him, they would have used someone else to get to us.”

“What is Russ going to do for us, though?” Smoke asked. “I doubt he has much connection to either Boone or Gibbs. Doesn’t he have one foot already out the door?”

“Or one foot in the grave,” I added.

“He knows how these guys operate. He can help us figure out what they are doing and help us know their next move before they do it.” Yarder nodded to Compass. “Compass is going to reach out to Russ today, and hopefully, that means we’ll be moving on Boone and Gibbs soon.”

“If they don’t move on us before Russ can help us,” Dice muttered.

“Which is why I’m going to call Russ right after this meeting,” Compass retorted.

Dice held up his hands defensively. “Okay, okay.”

“Next thing we need to figure out,” Yarder moved on. “Filming.”

I would rather talk about Boone and Gibbs for the next half an hour than talk about filming for two seconds.

“What about it?” I asked.

“They need more,” Yarder grunted.

“I got married, the garage blew up, and Fade shot a guy. What more could they want?” Aero asked. “Pretty sure my marriage should be the highlight of the whole show.”

“All of that is good,” Yarder replied. “They want more of us talking about it. Interviews.”

Son of a bitch. This was about me.

Adalee had just been on my ass to be interviewed, and now this.

Bullshit.

“Pirate can’t be the only one doing interviews,” Compass pointed out.

“Throttle, Dove, Sloane, and I did interviews about the wedding. We did our part,” Aero preened. “I think you guys need to step it up to help the club.”

“I didn’t sign up for a fucking reality show when I joined the club years ago. Pretty sure I am doing everything I need to be doing for the club,” I growled.

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