Page 50 of Wife Number One

I wasn’t spending my life in here like him.

This date did mean something.

Fang waited for me in the reception area, his arms crossed over his giant chest, a scowl fixed on the cops shoving papers at me to sign.

I scribbled something unintelligible in the places they indicated, my handwriting awful as always, and then I made my way over to Fang.

“You good?” he asked quietly, pushing off the wall. He was a couple of inches taller than my six foot two.

“Yeah, fine.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Why do you smell like that?”

The smell truly was disgusting. “There’s a new chief. Has it in for us apparently.”

Fang grumbled low in his chest. “I’ll talk to War. Slip him some stacks.”

I shook my head. “No, don’t worry. I’ll do it. After having my ass groped and being sprayed in this shit then left in a cell all fucking night, I’ve got a few things I’d like to have a word about. War is busy with his family. Bliss popped out that kid yet?”

“Not that I’ve heard. I think she still has a few weeks left. At least that’s what Rebel said.”

I nodded. “She’d know. Those two are joined at the hip and like mama ducks with their tribe of kids following them around everywhere. You all need to learn how to pull out.”

Fang’s mouth lifted a little in one corner. “Bliss makes Rebel happy. Rebel fat and pregnant with babies makes me happy. So fuck off.” But it was said with such good humor I snorted.

“You’ve changed, brother.” I shook my head. “Remember when you were all scowls and scary MC enforcer who never smiled and would snap the neck of anyone who looked at him wrong?”

Fang unlocked the club van as we approached the parking lot. “Do I need to snap your neck right now to prove I’m still capable?”

I grinned at him. The man was pure muscle. A wall of intimidation. I knew for a fact he’d taken out three guys in the last month without so much as getting a scratch in return. He was different because he was happy. More often than not, he had a kid in his arms or was using the club van to pick the twins up from preschool. But it hadn’t made him any less lethal when it counted.

I didn’t need him to prove it. When we called on him, he was there. Just like he always had been.

“Nah.” I gripped the holy-shit handle and pulled myself up into the passenger seat of the van. “We waiting on Aloha and Ice to be released too?”

Fang shook his head. “Cops didn’t book ’em. Let them go with a warning.”

My mouth dropped open. “Fuck off. Seriously? They put me and Chaos through the wringer.”

Fang shrugged. “You’re the VP… He’s the leader of the Sinners. Or was. I don’t know who’s in charge over there anymore, if anyone. The cops are making an example of you. Why waste their time booking all of us when they can send the same message by getting to the top of our ranks?”

I eyed him. “Doesn’t sound like something the old chief would have done.”

“The old chief was an idiot. Maybe this one isn’t.”

I leaned back in my seat, leaning an arm on the windowsill. “We’ll see.”

We drove in silence for a few minutes, Fang steering the van back through Providence and into Saint View.

“You nervous?” he asked quietly.

I glanced at him sharply. “About what?”

He concentrated on the road, not twisting his head to make eye contact with me. “Your results are out today, aren’t they?”

I let out a breath. “I hate that you know about that.”

“I can pretend I don’t if you want?”

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