Page 18 of Walker

“Fuck,” Quickshot hissed. “You dating her?”

“Not yet.” He grinned at that and leaned back into the couch again.

“Right on, man. About fuckin’ time.”

“What did I miss?” Sweet asked.

“Every-fucking-thing,” Quickshot announced. “We need to go have a talk with Angel Girl.”

“Why?”

“She ain’t telling you everything. When she purposely leaves shit out of what was on security tapes to hem a brother up, that’s a problem, Sweet. If you can’t handle it because of your relationship with her, then I will step in and do it for you.” Quickshot inadvertently gave away the fact it hadn’t been Keys, as I’d thought. It was still Angel Girl trying to rain crap down on my head through her old man.

“The fuck?” Sweet asked and I could tell by his tone that he felt blindsided by his VP calling out his woman. The same woman who had been Quickshot’s close friend since they were in diapers together.

“Walker, explain why you were there last night.”

I told them what happened with Reesa and her kids when we went shopping and then what Griff had to say about why Reesa’s daughter started to behave that way. When I finally explained why I was there last night – to inform Reesa of what had been going on, so she could take care of her kid, and prepare for possible fallout from her dead husband’s former mistress, Sweet finally took a seat.

“Fuck, I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t fucking ask, either. And while we’re at it, that information is not for anyone else outside of this room. I don’t give a fuck who you stick your dick in at night. If Reesa wanted her bosses to know about her private life, she’d tell them. I only let you know because you’re about to throw me under a fucking bus for doing the right thing here. Granted, I’d rather get run the fuck over than tell her story, but there’s a bigger issue here and you needed context.”

“What’s that?”

“Your women are out of fuckin’ control. They want to place the blame on me for shit they are responsible for, and you’ve been more than happy to help them heap it all on my shoulders. I’m fucking done. This is the last time you come at me about an agenda your woman put you on. If it happens again, I’ll hand in this patch, walk out that door, and not take one fucking look back.” I turned to leave but then tossed out one final point. “If your woman isn’t happy – that’s a “you” problem. I’m not her fucking whipping boy. I’m not yours either. I’m a fucking club brother or I’m not. Make up your damn mind and let me know.”

I walked out and left them to it after that. Spike stood outside the door with Tash and Griff. “I knew it was my fault. I got my dad here and Tash too, so they could tell them.”

“I’ll handle the girls,” Tash promised.

“Not your job to handle shit that is rolling downhill from my President.”

“If they would ever just apologize to Poppy, they might see that she would accept their apologies.”

That took me aback. “I thought they did, and she ignored them.”

Tash shook her head. “Not sure about Keys, but Angel Girl never did to my knowledge. She doesn’t think she did anything wrong, since she’s President of her own club and doesn’t have time for all the old lady shit of watching over the women of Sweet’s club too. She’s angry because Leanne is disappointed in her for not having Poppy’s back though.”

“You know what? I never thought I’d ever have to say this, but I’m tired of my ex-wife’s past shit causing issues in my present-day life. I can’t even blame Poppy for this because she’s not to blame. Hell, she probably doesn’t even know about it. Angel Girl needs to get on some meds or something, because I’m over it.”

“So are a lot of other people,” Tash stated so quietly that I almost missed it. My eyebrows rose damn near to my hairline at hearing that. “I stepped down as VP because motherhood was taking up more and more of my time. JoJo was too busy, so was Keys. Legs has her own shit to deal with too. Angel filled the slot with MiMi and between the two of them-” Tash cut herself off with a shake of her head and a glance in the direction of the office I’d just vacated. “Things aren’t good.”

“Well, whatever things are going on over there, they aren’t my business, and I don’t appreciate them landing me in a new pile of shit every other week.”

“Sorry that this is still happening.” While I appreciated Tash’s apology, she wasn’t the one who owed it to me. “Thanks for looking out and helping Griff.”

“No need to thank me. Griff is cool as shit. One day, if that’s what he chooses, he’s going to make a damn good club brother.” Griff beamed at me while his father admired him with pride in his eyes. “Where’s the daredevil?”

“JoJo and Steel took him for a bit, so I could get a break and come pick up Griff, who didn’t come home on the school bus like he was supposed to.”

The tips of Griff’s ears turned red with embarrassment. “Sorry, Tash.” He muttered.

She waved him off. “You had important shit to handle, just let me know next time, so I’m not worried.”

“Yup,” Griff gave her back as he ducked his head in an attempt to hide how pleased he was to know she cared.

“Need to ride?” Spike asked me. I gave him the nod and then he turned to his son. “Come on, Tash has her bike here, you can ride bitch with me.”

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