Page 40 of The Good Girl

Igrab my cut and hurry out. I call a cab and wait for it on the side of the road before heading back to the clubhouse. I should be focused on covering my ass, but instead, I can’t stop thinking about a tiny, cupcake-smelling woman who looked ready to murder me when she realized I was serious.

Part of me thought she was going to chase after me with a knife as I pulled away, but she just stood there in total shock.

As much as I wanted to stay, I knew we had plenty of shit to deal with here. The guys have handled me taking over as president better than I thought they would, but it’ll take time to prove that I’m worthy of the role. Not sure kidnapping Nevaeh was the way to go, but I couldn’t risk her getting away.

I get the driver to drop me off at the turning for the clubhouse. After paying him, I climb out into damp night and slip my cut back on. I walk to the gate, and nod to the prospect as he waves me through before stopping to talk to him for a moment.

“Hoops.”

“Yeah, Hav— I mean Prez.”

I wave him off. “It’ll take a while, and I’m not gonna get pissed if you use my name. I do wanna ask you something, though. You know anyone who might be interested in prospecting? As good as you and Dice are, we need more than two prospects, or we’ll burn you out.”

“There were three of us, but…” His voice trails off, and I’m not sure why. Whatever went down must have happened before I got here. I’ll ask G about it.

“Anyway, yeah, I know a guy who’d be interested. Name’s Kieran Knight. I hadn't seen him since high school until a couple of weeks back when I ran into him at the bar. He enlisted and shipped out the day after graduation, but he’s back now after being medically discharged thanks to a bomb wrecking his knee. He looked fucking lost. And if there’s one thing Raven’s are good at, its collecting lost souls.”

I nod. “Invite him to one of the parties and introduce me. I want to get a feel for him. If I think he’s okay, I’ll let him hang around for a while, see what he thinks, and we’ll take it from there.”

“Will do. Thanks, Prez.”

I slap him on the shoulder before walking up to the warehouse. I spot my bike in its usual place just as Midas stomps in, looking like he’s two seconds away from ripping his hair out.

“Problem?” I ask.

He looks my way and shakes his head. “Women. I swear I’ll never understand them.”

I chuckle. “Not sure we’re supposed to.”

He sighs before walking over to me.

“You see G and Amity today?”

“No. They’re still holed up in their room. But G text me earlier to let me know they were good, and I know he called down and had Dice bring them up some food.”

“Can’t say I blame them for hiding out for a little while. They deserve some fucking peace.”

“Amen to that,” he says as we leave the warehouse and head toward the clubhouse.

“Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Not much. I know the director from the movie called G.”

“What did he want?”

“He didn’t say much about it in his text. Just that he wanted to check on Amity and to let her know that production has been halted for a week, so everything’s been pushed back, including when they’ll film here.”

“Shit I forgot about that.”

“It’s not the film crew that bothers me, but the cockroach reporters that will follow them here.”

“They can follow them all they want, but they won’t be getting through the gate, so it’s a moot point.”

“Moot point?” He grins. “Got a word-of-the-day calendar in prison, Havoc?”

I snort. “With a smart mouth like that, I can’t imagine why you’re having woman trouble.”

“I didn’t say I was having woman trouble. I said I didn’t understand them. Big difference.”

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