Page 149 of Gunner

“I can’t stay in the clubhouse forever,” she snapped.

“Aspen is right. Greg is gone and we want to go see Grace.”

“Grace can come here,” King piped up from his seat at the bar. Beck turned a glared at him.

“Ladies, you three can’t drink anyway,” Ryder pointed out.

“It’s not about drinking, honey. We haven’t seen Grace in weeks.” Ellie turned to glare at King as well, and I wondered what I’d missed. “She works every weekend, and we just want to sit at the bar and visit with her in between customers.”

“We’ll go with them and make sure no one hits your women,” Brandy consoled. At least she tried to, but it only served to fuel my brothers into a growl at the thought of someone coming on to their women, and I couldn’t say I wouldn’t feel any different.

“Why can’t they go? Are they prisoners here? Are they not allowed to make decisions for themselves?” Haizley asked, and I turned to look at my woman.

“That’s not it, baby. They’re all pregnant.”

“Aspen isn’t. If she feels she’s ready to return to the bar, I think it’s a great idea. And the more support she has from the women she’s gotten to know and formed friendships with will only add to her healing.”

All seven women grinned, their hands on their hips, daring anyone to contradict the therapist who knew more than everyone in the fucking room.

“No,” Banshee growled.

“You don’t get a say.” Aspen narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to... I wasn’t sure what she expected to be honest.

“Aspen,” he growled.

“Ok, enough,” I barked. “The women are right. They are not fucking prisoners here. In fact, if Aspen wanted to go home today, she could go wherever the fuck she wanted. So instead of fighting with them, we’ll just go with them.”

“NO!” they all shouted at once.

“Why?”

“We need a girls’ night out. No guys allowed,” Sam explained.

I looked down at Haizley, a question in my eyes. She shrugged, not understanding either.

“How about this? You ladies have your night out. A few brothers can tag along, but they’ll sit in the corner booth and just watch over you.”

The women huddled together, and I waited for their answer. Looking over at Cash, his eyes were on Ryder, and the unbridled hate that rolled off him was alarming.

It had been almost two months since Rachel passed. The rage he held against Ryder made no sense. I knew he had been meeting with Haizley, but I wasn’t sure it was working. When I tried to ask her about it, she just glared and stomped away, mumbling something about confidentiality. And I got it, I did. But this was my brother. I needed to know he was getting the help he needed.

“Alright. You can come. But...” Beck held up her hand, her index finger pointed toward the ceiling. “We are not wearing our cuts.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not!” Blade shouted.

“Micah, we have had this discussion before. You will not dictate what I wear. Look at me.” She pointed to her enlarged belly. She still had about three months before the baby came, but she was huge. Which I would never say to her face of course. “No one finds this sexy.”

A few of the brothers mumbled their disagreements, and Blade turned on them. “Get your fucking eyes off my old lady.”

Beck beamed at the compliment, as she should. Despite looking like she swallowed a basketball, she was gorgeous. All the women were. Once again, something stirred deep inside me when I thought about Haizley being pregnant with my child.

“Don’t even think about it,” she muttered next to me.

“What?” I gave her an innocent look, and she laughed.

Shaking her head, she walked over to the bar and sat down next to Cash. With a look at King, he stood and slapped Cash on the back and moved to the other end of the bar next to Amber.

Blade and Beck argued for a few more minutes while Haizley talked to Cash at the bar. My attention was split between the women arguing with their men and my woman talking to my brother.

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