Page 66 of Blade

“What the hell is going on?” I knew these fuckers weren’t betting on Becca and me. Not knowing if I wanted the answer or not, I asked, “What exactly did you bet on?”

“We bet how long it would take before you admitted you were still in love with her,” Jack confessed, slapping me on the back. “I thought for sure it would take at least a month. You can be a stubborn son of a bitch. Cash said two weeks, tops, and well, King didn’t think you would give in at all.”

I looked over at my president, and he simply shrugged.

“Fuck all of you,” I barked, flipping them off, then asked, “Was everyone in on it?”

“Just the officers,” King replied. “We need to get into church before the Mother Chapter gets here. Hopefully, Nav got ahold of that video from the parking lot.”

We entered church and waited for the others to join us.

There were nine officers in the Silver Shadows MC. King and Cash, the President and VP. Then there was Jack and me. Jack was the Secretary, and I was the Road Captain. Gunner, our Sergeant at Arms, walked in and took his place. Followed by Nav and his computer. The only ones not here yet were Colt, our Treasurer, and our Enforcers, Ghost and Jingles.

When I heard a throat clear, I looked around and realized I was wrong. Jingles was here. He was a silent motherfucker, something you want in an enforcer when you had to send him out to locate someone. When he prospected, every brother complained about how quiet he was. Banshee, who screamed like a little bitch when anyone snuck up on him, suggested putting a bell around his neck so we would hear the jingles before he showed himself.

Colt and Ghost shuffled in and closed the doors.

With everyone here, we could get down to business. When we had a problem that needed to be dealt with, it was the officers that decided.

A club this size didn’t work out well if there were two dozen brothers all trying to give their opinion. We decided what needed to be done and pulled the rest in when needed.

Before King could start, Jack piped up, letting the others know about the bet results. They all pulled out their wallets, handing money to Cash.

The fucker’s club name fit him to a tee.

“So, you gonna claim her now?” Colt asked.

“Yea, not until I tell her the truth, though. She might not want me to claim her after that. We’ll see.”

“Better do it soon, brother. The longer you wait the harder it will be to come clean,” Jingles added.

“Ok, let’s get started. Nav, do you have that video?” King asked.

“I have the video from the steakhouse, and the one from earlier when the sheriff was here. Which one do you want first?” Nav glanced at me before conceding to King for the decision.

“What aren’t you saying, man?” I knew Nav had already watched them both.

“Which one do you think we should watch first, Nav?”

Looking away from King, he glanced back in my direction. “The one from this morning. It would be better to hear her give the account before seeing what happened. She left a few things out.”

Fuck.

“Ok, cue up the first one.”

We all focused on the large screen at the front of the room. The video started and we saw Dec and Becca sitting at the table.

“How are you doing?” the sheriff asked.

“Ok. I really didn’t want to make this into a big thing.”

“That bruise on your face says it’s a pretty big thing.”

Becca looked away from the sheriff, not saying anything more.

“Let’s start at the beginning.”

The sheriff took out his phone and placed it on the table.

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