Page 38 of Property of Chaos

“I’m gonna guess he stuck his dick somewhere he shouldn’t.” I don’t need to look at Highway to know he finds the situation hilarious.

“Hey,” Fang argues. “She thought it belonged there. It was her brother who had the issue.”

“That fucking thing between your legs will get you killed one day,” Loki admonishes. “Pussy for days around here, and you have to go searching out the forbidden fruit elsewhere.”

“You wouldn’t be bitching if you’d seen her,” Fang snaps. “Fuckin’ hell, man. It’s not as though you ain’t ever screwed up.”

“That’s different.” Our enforcer drops his tone; gaze hard on Fang in a warning. “I wasn’t only thinking of myself when that happened.”

“Sure,” Fang mutters. “Whatever.”

“You kids finished?” I lift an eyebrow.

Fang jerks a shrug.

“Sure.” Loki sets a hand atop the table, tapping his thumb rapidly.

“Let’s try this again,” Jinx says. “All those in favor of the Amish building a fucking barn in trade for land to farm?”

Five hands go up, including mine—Fang swaying the vote.

I glare at my VP. Asshole has given me way too much grief lately. He’s always been a catty asshole, worse than the bunnies when it comes to bitchiness. But lately, his attitude rivals Selena.

If he keeps it up, he may find us voting on his goddamn seat.

“Passed,” Darko mutters, tappity-tapping on his second brain.

“Now,” Jinx announces, holding my eye. “All those in favor of putting surveillance on the neighbor?”

Seven hands shoot into the air.

I wet my bottom lip and sneer at my VP as I slowly add mine to the vote.

“Unanimous.” Darko records the result.

“Who gets to analyze the footage?” Fang jiggles his leg, tugging on one of his snakebite piercings with his eye tooth. “I’ll send you fuckers screenshots of the good shit.”

“Like we’d let you do it,” Loki scoffs. “You’d give us another fucking problem within a week.”

“A week?” Asshole laughs. “You think it takes me that long to get in a woman’s bed?”

“It ain’t taking you anything,” I growl, turning to Darko. “I want the login details to stay between you and me.”

“What the fuck for?” Jinx scowls. “She’s a fucking single woman that’d blow away in a stiff breeze. You can’t be serious about her being a threat. Watching her ain’t anything but a bit of fun for everyone, so where’s the harm in letting us all see?”

I swallow, fingers tracing the edges of my phone while I give my rage a minute to get in check. “Thinking she ain’t anything but a bit of fun is your first mistake.” I glare at him out of the corner of my eye. “Your second would be thinking she’s weak and helpless.”

“You know something we don’t?” Highway prompts.

I look to each of my men in turn. “Next time you fuckers underestimate the value of a woman, I want you to put the bottle down and do something useful with your spare time, like read up on history. Joan of Arc, Queen Elizabeth the First, Maya Angelou, fuck, start with Malala Yousafzai.”

“If I can even spell her name,” Fang laughs.

“She won a fucking Nobel Peace Prize, you ignorant cunt.” My chest heaves—I need to get the fuck out of here before I hurt someone. “None of you assholes would even be here if it weren’t for a goddamn woman: your mother.” I shove my seat from the table and stand. “Do me a favor and fucking call her when you leave. If she’s dead, then pay her grave a visit and fucking apologize.”

“The fuck, man?” Highway leans back in his seat, concern apparent on his face.

Yeah, I’m having a fucking breakdown, but so what. “I’m fucking sick of how we treat women around here. And I’m not talking about what you do with their consent. I’m talking the small shit,” I growl. “The snide comments about how useless they are. The weaponized incompetence when you leave a fucking mess wherever you go or refuse to do anything that would make their life easier. Sure, we provide them with safety and a place to live,” I snarl. “But this club wouldn’t be shit without them here either. Best we start fucking showing our gratitude for that.” The officers sit in stunned silence as I snatch up my phone and the journal and stride for the door. “Meeting’s fucking adjourned.”

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