Page 5 of Griz's Edge

“We’ll handle this first thing tomorrow. The court date is this coming Wednesday. Maybe we can have this resolved by then and have it dropped. Otherwise, we’ll have to go in front of the judge. She’s saying you’re harassing her.”

“Can get you the recorders, I ain’t doing shit.”

I don’t know what she’s thinking, claiming I’ve harassed her. Please, I ain’t spoke to the bitch since the night I ended things. I’m not some sick fuck that has to stalk a woman.

“I’ll look into it and see what I can find out.” Markus nods and looks to Keys. “Thank you. Can you do a little digging for me?”

“I’ll get you what you need.” Keys grunts and cocks his head from side to side. “Don’t worry about it.”

“While you’re at it, can you look up the name to this plate number?” I ask as I pull my phone out of my pocket and send him the picture of the car’s plate.

“Yeah, you wanna tell me why?” Keys grunts, brow cocked.

“Just wanna know who the woman was that served the papers. I hadn’t seen her around before, and y’all know our town ain’t that big.” It’s not exactly a lie. I do want to know her name. I also want her phone number. I wouldn’t mind having her under me for a night or two, but that’s all I’ll allow myself to enjoy.

There’s no way I’m taking chances again when it comes to women. Especially one as sinfully sexy as this woman was. They’re nothing but trouble and trouble is something I don’t want any part of.

“I’ll find out and let you know later,” Keys says and looks back to Markus. “I’ll get the information you need as well. Shouldn’t take me too long.”

“Sounds good,” Markus agrees and shifts his gaze to Blow. “I’m out of here. I’ll call ya later if anything else comes up.”

“Hopefully, nothing else does,” Blow mutters, rising from behind his desk, eyes coming to me. “You got anything going on today?”

“Nah, I was gonna go to the house and chill. Why? Need me for something?”

“Think you can go with Shiner and Surge out to the farm and get a stock on what we’ve got. There’s a shipment coming, andwe need to have the right numbers for when we ship out both what we’ve got in stock and the new shit,” Blow says, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, I’ll help out. You know I ain’t got shit goin’ on,” I tell him. “If you need me to go on the run as well, I’m down for it.”

“We know you will, brother,” Nines states, clearing his throat.

“I’ll go ahead and head out,” Keys says, shuffling past me and closing the door behind him.

I glance to the door then back to my Prez and VP. “Someone want to tell me what’s really going on?”

Nines looks at Blow then back to me.

“We’re just worried about you, Griz,” Blow finally answers.

“I’m good.”

“You’re going on all the runs. Working overtime as hell and volunteering to do shit that not even the prospects do,” Nines mutters.

“Ever since that shit went down with your ex, you’ve been doing everything you can to make up for something that wasn’t even your damn fault,” Blow grunts. Stepping around his desk, he leans against it.

I let out a heavy breath and shake my head. “It might not have been my fault, but we were raided all the same.”

“Who’s to say we weren’t gonna be getting raided as it were?” Nines demands sarcastically. “We might have been pissed at the time, but it’s done and over with. You ain’t got to make amends for shit that wasn’t on you to begin with.”

“Nines is right,” Blow grumbles. “We’re brothers, Griz. All of us. We all do our part to make sure everything gets done. Stop taking on shit all the damn time. You’re our Road Captain and do a damn good job securing all of the club’s runs. Just do your job and your part as a brother to this club.”

I stare at them all for a beat, unsure of what to say. If I hadn’t been dating Hattie, we wouldn’t have had to deal with the raid in the first damn place. “Don’t know if I can agree that it wasn’t on me.”

“Brother, we could have been raided and ended up fucked. If you hadn’t overheard your ex on the phone, we wouldn’t have known the raid was happening and would’ve been sitting ducks.” Blow has a point.

“Just leave the shit in the past, man, and move on,” Nines says, coming up next to me and slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Can you do that for us, brother?”

“Yeah,” I grunt, nodding. I can’t believe my Prez and VP decided to have some type of intervention with me. Clearing my throat, I jerk my thumb toward the door. “I’m just gonna shower here then and head out to meet Shiner and Surge.”

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