“Where you going? We can talk right here. Drop the charges against Wayne and go on about your life. This is a courtesy. The next time, no words will be exchanged.”

“Are you threatening me?”

Instead of verbally responding, Boss patted Billings’s shoulder, then turned on his heels.

The boys were long gone, so we could leave. Billings was hot on our trail as we casually exited his home. When we got outside, he fell to his knees, and a sound I’d never heard from a man left his mouth. By the time we reached our bikes, Billings was back on his feet and rushing toward Boss.

In a split second I was in front of Boss, causing Billings to run into my chest and bounce off me.

“Slow up, my guy. This ain’t the problem you want. You hide behind the badge thinking that bitch gon’ protect you, but I’m here to let you know that one wrong move will have your mother shopping for a black dress?—”

“Arrow.”

I sneered at Billings, wishing he’d say something so I could pop him in the mouth. Boss knew that was what I was waiting for, so he touched my elbow and stepped next to me. When I felt disrespected, it didn’t take much for me to go from zero to six billion.

“You seem to be upset, but I’m not sure why. We came here to talk like men, and all of a sudden, you’re ready to attack me. Maybe I should have that conversation with Chief Morton because your harassment is becoming troublesome.”

As Boss patronized Billings, he was losing his cool.

However, he never made another move. I waited until Boss was on his bike and ready to go, then stepped away from Billings to do the same. We made eye contact, and I prayed he didn’t take my warning serious so I could handle him the way I wanted to. The drive back, I finally gave myself room to think about Charlieand decided that I was tired of waiting for the whole truth. I didn’t plan to confront her about what I would find out, but I needed to know what I was dealing with.

Last night with her having the nightmare reinforced that this shit needed to end sooner rather than dragging it out.

“Hey, Siri, call Tech on mobile.”

“Calling Tech mobile.”

The phone rang twice before he answered, telling me to hold on so he could turn down his music.

“My bad. You good?”

I looked to my left to make sure the lane was clear, then got over.

Tech’s question caused me to chuckle. My bike had a distinctive roar, so he knew I was on the road. I rarely rode unless I was doing odd jobs out of town, so his question was valid.

My brother from another mother was ready to ride like I would be if I felt he was in danger.

“Yeah. Had an errand. I’m giving you the green light on Charlie.”

Tech burst out into laughter. “Impatient ass. I got you. Give me like forty-five minutes, and you’ll have what you need.”

“Aight. I should be back to the clubhouse by then, so you can bring it there.” Tech scoffed because he fully intended to email it to me. “You’ll be aight.”

I disconnected the call and continued behind Boss.

The closer we got to Rushin Mills, the faster my heart beat. I didn’t know what this woman was doing to me, but I knew that I was fully invested. Charlie wasn’t even her real name, and I knew that without a doubt she could get whatever from me. Sharing a bed and spending time with her and her son had quickly become my favorite thing.

Last night when I told her she didn’t have anything to worry about, I meant that with everything in me.

“I noticed Izzy hadn’t come in to cook, so I made breakfast. I hope that’s okay,” Charlie said the moment I stepped into the kitchen.

“She must still be in her feelings about Boss calling her pops. You good, but don’t get in the habit of making food for them. If they hungry, they can make their own food.” I mugged Charlie, and she laughed.

“Sir, if I’m in the kitchen cooking for me, there is no way I’m gonna let them starve while I’m eating good.”

I shrugged because I said what I said.

If she was cooking, she could cook for me and her, but the guys weren’t about to use her the way they used Izzy. She continued to laugh and make a plate. I was surprised when she handed it to me and pointed to the dining room. My eyes traveled to the food on the plate like I’d never seen bacon, eggs, fried potatoes, and fruit before. Without a word, I turned on my heels and walked out of the kitchen into the dining room.