Page 42 of The Good Girl

Inigo leans closer and whispers loudly. “That felt good, didn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You’re both dicks.” Blade huffs.

“I know.” I look around, making sure no one’s listening, before leaning in and quickly filling them in on what happened.

“I’m surprised you all waited as long as you did to finish them off,” King states when I’m done.

I shrug. “Amity could have been killed because of them. G deserved to finish it himself.”

“I wasn’t sure they’d say anything. Not until they realized no one was coming for them, and that Khan had hung them out to dry” Blade tells him.

“Well, they caved last night. They confirmed that Khan ordered the hit. And apparently, they went after G because they thought he was me. They heard I got tattoos in prison and confused the two of us.”

“Were they fucking drunk?” Inigo asks, making me laugh.

“We pretty much said the same thing. Though I was closer to G’s size the last time they saw me. I bulked up a lot in prison,” I tell him, but he still shakes his head in disbelief.

“I don’t get it,” King says, and I turn to look at him. “Why now? You were inside for five years, thanks to Khan and your dickhead brother. Not to sound like a prick, but why not have someone take you out while you were inside? Grease a few palms, get a man on the inside with nothing left to lose, and none of us would’ve been the wiser.”

“I think he thought I’d go home, and because I was fresh out of prison, I wouldn’t want to rock the boat.”

“Rock the boat? Fuck, I’d be more worried you’d set the boat and the clubhouse on fire.” King chuckles.

“Because you’re thinking logically,” Blade grunts, and Inigo laughs.

“Me becoming president of the mother chapter wasn’t part of whatever he had planned, that’s for damn sure.”

“That might’ve been the trigger,” Inigo points out.

“So, what’s your plan for that chapter?” Blade asks.

“I have an idea in the works, but for right now, I’m going to do nothing. As long as Khan’s playing dumb, so will I. At least on the face of things. Behind the scenes will be a different story, I’ll get G to do some digging. I need a lot more information before I declare war on one of our own fucking clubs. What I will say is Khan has to go. I can’t let him stay in power. Not after this. Problem is, if we take him out, Driller’s the next president. And he’s not fit for the job.”

“You need someone on the inside,” King says, making me look at him.

“No one there’s loyal to me.”

“Maybe not, but everyone here is,” Blade says, and I’ve gotta admit, it feels pretty fucking good to hear.

I rub my chin as an idea pops into my mind.

“You gonna tell us, or do we need to guess?” Blade snaps, making me stare at him.

“Right, fuck. Not the president anymore,” he grumbles, grabbing his beer from the table and downing it.

“One option is sending in a brother in an official capacity— they can’t refuse someone from the mother.”

“If he’s there officially, it’ll offer him some protection because they’ll know he’s gotta check in. I don’t know… I can’t say I’m sold on it, but it’s an option.” Blade sighs.

“And someone like Kruger or Hannibal is crazy enough to volunteer for it,” Inigo points out. “Any other options?”

“I heard you had another prospect up 'til recently.”

“Hicks. We kicked him out after he pulled a gun on Amity and told her to suck him off if she wanted to walk outta here.”

I snarl at the thought. Somehow, in such a short time, Amity’s become like a little sister to me. The prospect’s lucky he’s gone, or I’d rip his fucking head off.

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