Page 24 of Gunner

“Thanks, darlin.’” I kissed the top of her head and went in the back to eat.

It wasn’t just food.

It was fuckin’ delicious.

Closing up the shop, I debated driving by Haizley’s house. I knew what I was doing was wrong. Somehow, I had become a fucking stalker. But I couldn’t help myself. And couldn’t bring myself to care, either.

I parked my truck outside a house a few doors down. I tried not to park in the same spot every night. So tonight, I parked with the nose of my vehicle pointed away from her driveway.

I sunk down in my seat as best I could and watched her house from the mirror outside the driver’s door.

She had parked her car in the driveway, so I knew she was home. There were lights on inside the house, and I sat there until every one of them turned off. That was how I knew she was in bed for the night and I could go home.

I didn’t know how to explain my sudden obsession with her, other than she made my cock twitch every time she sassed me. Sure, it had only been three times. But every time I replayed it in my mind, I had the same result.

Like now.

Just thinking about her throwing that drink in my face made me hard. I had to adjust my dick in my jeans, then I started the ignition to go home.

Back at the clubhouse, all I wanted to do was get in the shower and palm my dick while I thought about Haizley. But I had to talk to King first.

He was sitting at the bar; Freeway and Banshee sat a few stools down. Banshee had known Freeway the longest, both of them being in the club longer than the rest of us.

“Hey, Prez, got a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

I glanced at Freeway, then back at King. “In private.”

“Jesus Christ, is this about me? Since when do we cry about hurtin’ a bitch’s feelings? It was a compliment, really. She was fuckin’ gorgeous.”

King turned his cold stare on Freeway. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Nothin’, she was mouthin’ off to a brother. I told her to watch her mouth, or I would give her somethin’ to fill it up.”

King turned back to me. “Who?” he growled.

“Indigo.”

King clenched his fist. We might have come from a 1% club, and a few of us still wore the patch, for no other reason than to remember why we left, but we didn’t treat women like Steele and the older guys did. We didn’t see them as just holes to be filled.

“In my fucking office. Now!”

Freeway and I followed King to his office.

I stood by the door and waited.

“Sit your ass down, Freeway. Things are fucking different here than they were in Little Rock. This isn’t a 1% club.”

“Why the fuck am I here?”

“I wish to God I knew. Steele called and said he was sending you here. I didn’t have much choice in the matter. If I did, you wouldn’t fucking be here. But since you are, you will do as I fucking say.”

Freeway crossed his arms over his chest.

I knew he wanted to argue, but he wouldn’t. Like I said, he knew his place, and it was at the fucking bottom.

We stayed in the office for well over an hour while King instructed Freeway on all the ways we were different from the Mother Chapter. He explained that while King had no choice in letting him come here, Freeway could drop his cut at any time and leave.

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