Page 76 of Gunner

“Where’s the feed for the room Haizley’s in?”

“Gunner.”

Fuck that. I didn’t need his guilt trip bullshit.

“Where the fuck is it, Nav?”

“There isn’t one—”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Brother, you need to take a breath. There are no cameras in the rooms. You know that. What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t spy on her while she’s sleeping, or getting dressed. You’ve gone full stalker mode, haven’t you?”

“She just took Jack’s fucking brother into her room. I want to know what the fuck they’re doing.”

“Oh shit,” he whispered as I heard clicking on his keyboard.

“Hey, boss, your next appointment’s here,” Bruce called from the other side of the door.

“Be right there.”

“Go take care of your client. I’ll find out what’s going on.” Then Nav disconnected the call.

How the fuck was I supposed to concentrate on my job knowing my woman was behind a closed door in a room with a fucking bed? With a man who beats women.

The only choice I had was to trust my brothers. Taking a deep breath, I chose to believe Derek wasn’t so fucking stupid that he would try to hurt Haizley in a clubhouse full of brothers, all of whom were just waiting for him to fuck up so they could take him out.

We all made Jack a promise that we would give Derek a chance. I was a man of my word.

A man who was now regretting the promise he made.

Three hours later, I was done with the tattoo, and I handed him off to Indie for payment and scheduling while I ducked back into my office.

Immediately pulling up the feed, I found her back in the main room, sitting on the couch with a book. She looked ok. Swiping through the feeds, I couldn’t see Derek anywhere. Running back through the hallway footage, I stopped when I saw Derek leaving her room. According to the timestamp, they were in there for an hour. I stared at the screen, waiting for Haizley to leave her room.

When she finally walked out, I breathed a sigh of relief. Picking up my phone to call Nav, I saw the message he left.

Nav:Everything’s good, brother.

Me:What the fuck were they doing?

Nav:Can’t tell you.

Me:Why the fuck not?

Me:What were they doing, Nav?

Nav:Talk to King or, you know, Haizley.

Me:Asshole.

Looking at the clock, I had four hours until I could close the shop. I wouldn’t make it that long without knowing.

Me:Why the fuck was Derek in Haizley’s room?

King:None of your fucking business.

Me:WHAT THE FUCK?

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