Page 64 of The Good Girl

“What, loyal?” I snark back. Driller puffs up his chest, but I refuse to acknowledge him.

“You wanted to meet, Khan. So here I am. Are we doing this in the parking lot, or are you going to let me in?”

He looks from me to Driller. I wait for him to say something, but wisely, he keeps his mouth shut. He steps aside and motions for us to go in.

Again, Mac and Toot lead the way, prepared for us to walk into an ambush. But that’s not Khan’s style. The guy who used to face things head-on is now the kind of prick who would now sneak up behind you and stab you in the back.

Nevaeh doesn’t say anything. She sure as fuck doesn’t acknowledge Khan. And why would she after his dismissive treatment? Her grip on my hand tightens as I lead her inside. Nostalgia hits me for a moment, but that’s all I get. This place isn’t home anymore. The woman standing beside me is.

I look around, and the room goes quiet as all eyes turn our way. Ignoring them, I walk over to the bar and nod to the bunny serving. She doesn’t look familiar, but her coy smile says she knows exactly who I am.

“I’ll take a beer. Nevaeh?”

“Bottled water, please.”

The woman rolls her eyes but says nothing as she grabs the drinks before turning to my men to take their orders.

I look down at Nevaeh, who looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “As if I’d drink anything without a sealed lid here,” she says, quiet enough for only me to hear.

“Smart girl,” I say, pulling her to me and slamming my mouth down on hers. She grips my cut and holds on tight.

I know everyone is watching, I don’t give a fuck. Let them see how much better my life is now that I’m out of this place.

I pull back and kiss the tip of her nose. “Let’s get this shit over with,” I murmur before I feel a slap on my shoulder.

“Let’s go talk. You can leave the woman with the others.” He nods to the corner, and I see Lola. She’s looking straight at me, the pain etched on her face, making me pause for a moment. In another life, I’d have rushed over to her. But the man who onceloved her is gone, and she was the one to put the final nail in the coffin. I don’t know what fucking game she’s playing, but I’m not interested, and I won’t let her drag Nevaeh into it.

“You really want to play it this way, Khan? ’Cause I’m not exactly feeling the respect afforded to me as president of the mother chapter.”

“Woman’s issues don’t touch us. You know that.”

“Women’s issues? That’s what you’re calling it? You want me to send my old lady over to spend time with the whore who swapped me out for my brother while I was serving his sentence?”

“Hey, watch your fucking mouth!” Driller snarls.

“Just speaking the truth, brother. You don’t like it, that’s not my fucking problem.” I turn to Crane and nod.

He steps up beside Nevaeh and wraps his arm around her shoulders. “Come on, Tinkerbell. Let’s play pool.”

Driller snorts. “You sharing now?”

I turn to look at him, but before I can answer, Nevaeh does. “I was a virgin until Havoc. He was the first man I slept with, and he’ll be the last. I’m sure, given who your old lady is, it’s a hard concept to follow. But don’t tar me with the same brush.”

“Shut your––

My hand is around his throat before he can finish that sentence.

“Havoc. Let him go. Your woman was disrespectful. You know they don’t mouth off at a patched brother,” Khan states firmly.

I squeeze Driller’s throat harder before tossing him away and facing Khan. “Nevaeh is my old lady. You disrespected her first, then Driller, more than once. It’s her right as my old lady to defend herself. It’s just unfortunate that she should have to, and yet, I’m not surprised in the slightest. I’m done playing nicehere, Khan. You want to talk, talk. I have better fucking things to do than sit around pandering to you.”

“Now you listen to me—” he starts, but I step forward and loom over him, not giving him a fucking inch.

“The next time you point that finger at me, I’ll rip it off and shove it up your ass. My days of taking orders from you are over. I outrank you, Khan, in case you’ve forgotten. I can have you replaced just like that.” I snap my fingers as I lean forward and snarl in his face. “Push me. I fucking dare you.”

The clubhouse is deadly quiet as if everyone is collectively holding their breath.

An array of emotions play across his face, but he locks it down and pulls himself free from my grip. “It’s been a tough time here for us,” he states in an attempt to justify his actions. I smell the bullshit all over his breath.

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