Page 87 of One Night with the Biker

“We’ll be gone for about a week,” Razor said, concluding his announcement of a run to the Provo, UT chapter. Luckily, it was voluntary since it was more of a social visit.

Zombie, their president, invited us to The Metal Shop, the club’s music venue, to see Vengynce. Normally, I’d go because I loved partying with them. Not this time. Besides, that didn’t concern me. It was the shit that happenedbeforethat had me up in arms.

Jameson, our National President, approved of the money we were bringing in by working so closely with the Wichita chapter. Topeka’s loss was a blow, but we’d recovered. Now, he’dassigned us a big shipment of guns to move to the southern border so we could funnel them to the cartels. We were expected to leave in two days. I couldn’t see any way around that decree. At the same time, I couldn’t see myself leaving Ainsley.

In the week since that nightmare at her brother’s house, I’d seen her once. She didn’t take my calls, so I knew Ma Siller told her what I said. She liked Ainsley and didn’t want my assholery to hurt her in the end. A couple of hours ago, Ainsley texted me and asked me to come with her to her first doctor’s appointment tomorrow afternoon.

I’d agreed without second thought, not considering the possibility of a run when Razor called emergency church. There were a lot of calls to make and logistics to arrange. Louisiana had returned two days ago, although I hadn’t seen Jinx. He was tight-lipped and angry, so I suspected she’d left him. I had my own shit to deal with, so I couldn’t bring myself to placate that motherfucker when he facilitated his own fucking misery. I hoped he had his head in the right place, since he and Bolt had to plan the routes.

“Any word on Boom Boom and company?” Warrior asked, his gaze on me.

Folding my arms, I shifted my weight and held in my glare.

“Heard they’re back,” Marquis said, bored.

Snickers rose up.

“Yeah, without Roman Mac,” Knight added. “Pieces of that motherfucker is probably strewn over all the places they went.”

So much about me had changed since I met Ainsley. I’d found a smidgeon of humanity. Any other time I’d be high-fiving and celebrating right along with my brothers. Now, her devastation ran uppermost in my head.

“I’m fucking jealous,” Warrior grouched. “I should’ve cut that fucker’s head off when I had the chance.”

I scrubbed a hand over my face. As much as I detested the Bloody Scorpions and would celebrate the complete and total annihilation of the entire organization, I’d wanted Roman to escape for Ainsley’s sake. I wonder if she knew of her brother’s death or if she just chalked it up to his anger.

Legalities needed tending to. The house needed vacating. If he had a will, it needed to be probated. I didn’t want the Bloody Scorpions laying claim to anything that rightfully belonged to Ainsley. Whatever she wanted, she’d have come hell or highwater.

“You don’t seem too happy about Roman’s death, Reese,” Razor observed.

What did he expect me to say? I shrugged.

“Tomorrow, we need to head on over to the garage,” he continued. “I need to pick up their balance sheets. Make sure it matches my numbers.”

“What time tomorrow?”

“Whenever I say,” Razor said sharply. “I’m thinking around two. You got a problem with that?”

Sonofabitch. Ainsley’s appointment was for two. She wanted me there as much as I wanted to be with her. “Ainsley sees the doctor for the first time tomorrow.”

Razor lifted a brow. “That’s my problem how?”

“No way, Prez,” I answered without hesitation. “But she’s carrying my kid. My first one. I want to be there.”

“Your first?” Jester asked. “You planning on having more?”

“It depends,” I responded.

Warrior snapped his brows together. “On?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said defensively, although it did to me. I hadn’t planned on one child and if Ainsley and I didn’t work out, I wouldn’t have any more. If we did and she wanted the kid to have a sibling, then I’d have more. “First kid is special.”

“It would be special if that little cunt didn’t have Roman MacandBloody Scorpion blood in her,” Razor growled.

“You allowed Bolt and several of our brothers to help me when she was in trouble.”

“Wrong. I allowed them to infiltrate Roman’s home. If he’s having a shit fit that she’s pregnant with your kid, then when he realized Royal Bastards were in his place, I hope it tormented him in his final hours.”

“He might not have seen the footage,” I reasoned, disheartened by everyone’s firm stance on Ainsley. Since we met, I’d spent half my time defending her and the other half either avoiding her or chasing behind her. If Razor had relented, I could’ve brought her to the clubhouse temporarily. “Even if he did, I don’t think he’d care we were there because we saved Ainsley.”

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