Page 75 of Romeo

They were there to take care of Knights business.

“Know you too well, brother. You can’t keep your dick in your fuckin’ pants.”

“Nothin’ new,” he admitted.

Cisco dropped his head and snorted. Sigh grinned and Cue nodded, also smiling like a fucking fool.

Bishop bitched, “Christ, if we’re gonna talk about Rome’s latest fuck every goddamn time we got a meetin’, then that’s all we’ll be talkin’ about. Move the fuck on. He steps on Fury toes, then he can deal with it.”

Magnum’s jaw tightened. “Don’t fuckin’ work that way. He steps on Fury toes, we’re all gonna be dealin’ with it.”

“If he steps on Shade’s toes, Rome won’t be sittin’ at the head of the table anymore. Problem solved.” Cue shrugged.

Sigh added, “Yeah, he’s gonna find his Black ass buried in some deep grave somewhere.”

“Missin’ skin and flesh. Maybe even without that tongue he likes to use so damn much.” Cisco stuck out his tongue and made a sawing motion like he was cutting it off.

Romeo fought a grimace and a shudder. “Then, good thing Shade’s got no reason to do that.”

Magnum huffed and shook his head. “Better be true.”

“Need to stop questionin’ your president.”

“Once you stop doin’ stupid shit,” Magnum countered.

“Expectin’ miracles, brother,” Bishop told their sergeant at arms on a laugh.

Magnum leaned toward Romeo and growled, “Don’t fuck up our alliance. Got no goddamn enemies right now ‘cause of it. We lose that, we could have other clubs testin’ us.”

Romeo jerked his chin toward the gavel. “See where that’s sittin’? Ain’t in front of you, brother.”

“After the next election, might not be sittin’ in front of you,brother.”

This meeting was going sideways. He needed to rein it in.He picked up that gavel and slammed it on the table. “Done chit-chattin’ like a bunch of bitches. Let’s get serious.”

Romeo couldn’t getout of the basement fast enough. Magnum burned a hole in the side of his face during the whole fucking meeting. If his enforcer was trying to make him crack, he failed.

Dick’s was quiet tonight as was typical on Tuesdays. It was one reason they held their executive meetings that particular night of the week. That way they could hear themselves think.

He headed straight behind the bar because after dealing with that bullshit, he needed a fucking drink.

And a full bong. With some really prime Kush.

While plenty of perks existed for being the Knights’ prez, it involved plenty of headaches, too. Whiskey and weed would serve as his aspirin.

Just as he finished downing his first shot of Jack Daniels, the entrance door opened and someone he didn’t expect walked in.

What the actual fuck? Of all nights she had to show up on a fucking Tuesday?

Without giving him a heads up?

Holy shit, this could end up being a fucking disaster. Especially after that whole shit with Magnum.

Worse, the man hadn’t left yet. Magnum was most likely still down talking to Cisco. That meant he could come upstairs at any second.

Romeo quickly skirted around the bar and headed in Maddie’s direction. As soon as he got to her, he angled his body to block anyone coming up from the basement fromseeing her. But that was only a temporary fix. Maddie did not blend in well at Dirty Dick’s. Her presence drew attention, as was obvious with the majority of men’s eyes turned her way. “What the fuck you doin’ here?”

Her eyebrows pinned together. “I texted you and you didn’t answer.”

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