Page 58 of Tiny's Law

“Not a hundred percent certain yet, but rumor is, Buzz is in town.”

“Buzz is…?”

“The mother chapter president.”

“Shit,” I say, my brows damn near hitting my hairline.

“Got a meeting with him tomorrow,” Ghost says with a shit-eating grin.

“Be careful, brother. What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing at all. He’s coming to us.”

“No shit? Damn. If he’s coming to us, it must not be on alright terms.”

“Let’s hope so. I’m telling the rest of the guys at church tonight. I don’t want everyone there just in case they try to pull some shit. I’d feel better if we had eyes on the rest of them, though, just in case,” he says.

“I’ve had a couple of the guys watching the tapes around town, and they haven’t noticed anything out of place in a while. But we haven’t had our meeting today yet. I’m sure they’ll tell me all about the new guys in town,” I tell him, watching as Kourtney types away at her computer. A young girl walks into her office, and I recognize her as Emma, Kourtney’s assistant.

It pisses me off that I didn’t even know she arrived yet. If Kourtney was answering her phone, I would probably know that bit of information. Instead, like a fucking stalker, I’ve depended on seeing her at the office or at home through a stupid screen. On top of that, I was in the dark about Beau hiring her. I hate learning things about her through my president, no matter how small a detail.

“Is it possible to get into the cameras around their clubhouse? Just in case.”

I chuckle, mocking him. “Is there a way to get into the cameras, he asks.”

“Fuck off. Just do it,” he grins, flipping me off.

“Depends if Hawk’s girlfriend gridlocked them or not.” I tap on the phone in my office. A few rings later, Riley answers.

“Yo.”

“Hey, bud. I need you to get into all the cameras within five blocks of this address.” I spew off the address, and with a “got it” from Riley, I hang up and turn my attention back to my screen.

Kourtney looks incredible today in an all-black skirt suit. Her gold heels make her tan legs look a mile long, and I’d be lying if the first sight of her this morning didn’t give me a stiffy.

“What the hell are you looking at so intensely over there?” Ghost asks, interrupting my obsessive stare and effectively changing the subject from club business.

“Nothing.” I quickly minimize the app. I wouldn’t put it past Ghost to jump across my desk to see what’s on my screen.

“What the fuck has you so distracted? You haven’t looked me in the face once since I got here.”

I grumble under my breath. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, I might not be as smart as you, but I’m not stupid. Woman trouble?” he smirks. I want to punch it off his face.

“Could it have something to do with a new lawyer in town?”

I flip him off this time. “Fuck off, Ghost.”

He sits forward in his chair and steeples his fingers together, resting his chin against them. “Seriously, what’s going on, brother? This isn’t like you.”

Exhaling, I crack my neck to the side. I’ve held in the frustration for two days now, and aside from my mom trying to get me to talk, I’ve been going crazy in my head.

“Mom and Aunt Evie are in town, and Kourt came over for dinner to meet them. Evie accused Kourtney of being one of the women at the office that was sleeping with her husband. Kourtney took off without saying a word, and I haven’t heard from her since.”

His eyebrows furrow as he takes in my words. “She just took off?”

I nod.

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