Page 52 of Savage Spades

Chapter Nineteen

Kit

“Come on, let me help you out tonight. You look stressed,” one of the club sluts cooed.

Yeah, he was stressed. He hated the way things ended between him and Cam. After being sent to voicemail so many times, he had stopped calling. He’d shown up at the bar like an idiot.

“I said I’m fine,” he said to the woman who sat close enough to him that her bare legs were probably stuck to his jeans.

She pushed her tits together so he could get a view of her cleavage. But he felt nothing. The smell of her perfume was overwhelming when he was used to the faint scent of Cam’s strawberry shampoo. He didn’t want to look at or touch any other woman. He wanted Cam, but she was stubborn. She didn’t want to face reality, but she was going to have to, whether she liked it or not. If she didn’t sell the bar, Venom was going to come after her. She thought she was tough, but she couldn’t handle everything by herself.

“What’s wrong? Got something on your mind?” the woman asked.

He didn’t even know her name. He was trying to be nice, but he was losing his patience. “Go bother someone else.”

The woman huffed and stomped away.

“Kit!” Gunner called from the bar. “We got Church.”

As if Kit didn’t already know that. That’s why he was sitting at the bar instead of underneath a car at the shop where he wanted to be.

With a sigh, he slid out of the booth and followed behind Gunner to the meeting room. He closed the door behind him since it looked like everyone was already there. He took the empty seat beside Zeke.

“You look like shit,” Zeke told him.

“Thanks,” he grumbled. He felt like shit too. He never thought he’d be the kind of guy broken up over a girl, but Cam had changed something in him. He missed her feisty attitude and the feel of her soft skin against his. She wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with. She was curvy and funny and had no hesitation calling him out on his shit. He hadn’t been to the fighting rink since he and Cam broke things off. He couldn’t deny that her words had some influence on him: That’s where you go when things get hard, right?

She wasn’t wrong. That’s where he’d been letting all her frustration out for years, ever since his dad’s drinking had gotten worse. Maybe his new outlet needed to be dealing with all the fucked-up shit instead of running from it. Damn, he was pussy-whipped.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Gunner said at the front of the room. The chattering stopped.

“Lily wanted me to remind everyone that we are required to be at the school charity event this weekend.”

Groans filled the room. Lily organized all the charity work they did for the year. Part of being in the Savage Spades was doing good for the people of the town. But that didn’t mean they’d choose to spend the day at an elementary school instead of...well, anywhere else.

“Can’t we just donate money?” Otis asked.

Gunner shook his head. “Nope, we need to be there on bikes and help collect the donations. On another note, where are we with the bar?”

Gunner turned his attention to Kit.

He sat up straighter in his seat. “She won’t sell,” he said.

“She doesn’t have a choice,” Ace said.

“Yes, she does,” Kit gritted out. If Cam didn’t want their help, there wasn’t anything he could do.

Gunner’s eyes softened as he looked over Kit, as if taking in his overgrown beard and dark circles under his eyes. “Talk to her.”

If she’d answer her phone, he would have been talking to her. Kit nodded his head, deciding not to argue. At the end of the day, Gunner was his President. Despite Kit’s disagreement with the decision the majority had decided, that was the rule. If he didn’t hold the level of respect he did for the club, he might have gone out and taken care of Venom himself, but the club had done a lot for him. He had to return the gesture, even if that meant stalking Cam until she talked to him.

Gunner continued talking about news happening around the town and their upcoming ride. Kit tuned him out. It wasn’t until the gavel hit the table and his brothers started to leave that he was pulled from his trance.

“You want me to go with you to talk to Cam?” Zeke asked.

Kit shook his head. If she felt bombarded, she would lash out.

“Can I offer some advice?”

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