Page 4 of Gunner

We all stood there.

None of us believed what we were hearing, let alone seeing.

Brandy pulled back.

“Sorry, Cash.” She twisted away from him and walked to the bar.

“Tiff! You’re up.”

“No thanks.” Tiffany walked over and curled into Winchester’s arms.

“Jade? Amber? Come on, ladies, I’m available now. Here’s your chance.”

Jade sat at the bar watching him. She shook her head and turned back to Grace. Amber lifted Tabby in her arms and gathered Chrissy and Charlie and left the room.

“Well, Crystal. Guess that just leaves you.”

Crystal jumped at the chance, running over to Cash, rubbing her tits against his arm.

“Let’s go, baby.”

King blocked his path to the hallway.

“Crystal! Get the fuck off him!” King growled.

“But, King, he asked—”

“I don’t give a fuck what he asked. Get the fuck off him now! He is off-limits.”

Crystal backed away with a pout.

“What the fuck, King? When did it become the president’s job to cockblock a brother?”

Ryder fumed.

I watched as his nostrils flared and his hands fisted at his side. He was set to go off. When he took a step, Blade stepped in front of him, his hands on his chest. “Easy, brother.”

Cash must have noticed, because he turned and sneered at Ryder.

“Something you wanna say, asshole?”

“CASH!”

Cash ignored his president and stepped toward Ryder.

I intercepted his advance, pushing him back.

“Not the time or the place, brother.”

“Fuck you, Gunner. This is fucking long overdue.” He stepped forward again, and I shoved him back.

“Don’t make me do something I don’t wanna do.”

“Oh? Like him letting those assholes cut my woman up? Farmed her out like a goddamn auto parts store?”

“Fuck you, Cash! You didn’t fucking know her if you think that was my decision.” Ryder pushed against Blade.

“She was my fucking old lady. She didn’t belong to you!”

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