Page 74 of Property of Fox

One of the guys shifts impatiently at the far end. "Better be good for it being this late," he grumbles under his breath butloud enough for everyone in attendance, including me, to hear. “Who’s the girl and why is she here?”

Azrael angles a nod toward Fox, granting him permission to speak with an inclination of his chin.

“Most of you know that I was down in Texas, against my will for the record, to help out a friend of Hallie’s at the book signing.”

“Looks like you came back with more than books,” someone remarks from the other side of the table.

“Please tell me we aren’t here because Fox fucked this girl and now he’s in trouble.”

I feel my cheeks flush at the jab, and I shoot Fox a glance. His statement isn’t entirely wrong.

“Let him speak,” Azrael demands.

He turns to the guy who asked if he fucked the wrong girl and answers him directly. “We ran into some trouble after Az and Hallie headed back home. A Hoosier Hellion broke into her house and attempted to attack her roommate. I was able to subdue him before Brea took him down. He’s not our problem anymore.”

The air in the room changes. As I glance around, it becomes clear that the mention of a Hoosier Hellion has sparked more than just mild concern. Their faces twist into grim masks.

“This is the second time we had a run in with them in Texas. Do they have a chapter down there?”

“There’s no way of knowing. The first may have been a fluke. This time, it was premeditated.”

“No offense, Fox, but Az would have been the bigger target. Why come after you when they had him there?”

“This wasn’t about me or Az. I wasn’t the target. Well, not directly.”

Fox looks over to me, asking for permission, but I shake my head. It’s my story to tell.

“They came because I am the step-daughter of one of the mother chapter members. Tank Lambertson.”

The man to Azrael’s right that looks like him roars. His fists hitting the table in front of him. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Fox.”

“You fucked Hellion property. What the fuck is wrong with you?” someone else interjects.

“I am not their property,” I yell back at him. “Fox didn’t know. Not until they came for me.”

“So, she’s a fucking liar, too. What if she's a spy? You just walked her into our home like a goddamn Trojan horse”

The accusation stings. Before I can stop myself, I return fire back on him. “I’m not their fucking property!”

“Honey, whether you want to believe it or not, you are. No MC hunts down a woman because they don’t belong to them. Not all the way to Texas,” Van, the man from the gate, adds.

“It’s simple. Send her back.”

“Over my dead body.” I can feel Fox’s hand stiffening over mine. “She didn’t ask for this to happen to her.”

“Neither did Kennedy, but she’s cold in her fucking grave.”

“Enough!” Azrael’s voice cuts through the thick air like a machete through vines. His expression morphs into something fierce and protective, an alpha wolf defending his territory. “This isn’t about Fox's choices or Brea's past. It’s about the situation we’re in right now. We have the blood of the Hellions on our hands. Again.”

“The situation caused by Fox’s inability to keep his dick in his pants. They'll be gunning for us the second they figure out she’s with us.”

“That’s why we’re here. We need to vote on how we’re going to handle this.”

“Send her packing,” Asher snarls. “They killed Kennedy, and you denied me my retribution. But you’re willing to start a war for her?”

“You do that, and you kill her.”

“Not my fucking problem.” Asher's dark eyes narrow, the intensity of his glare shifting between Fox and me. I can almost hear the gears turning in his mind.

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