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Soul

I looked up at Romeo as he entered. His face was stern, and Slasher was with him. Undertaker also accompanied them.

“Whatever you’re going to say, I’m not interested. I wasn’t wrong. And you all know it.”

“We’re aware. And you were backed up. Truthfully, Warden fucked up because he got scared. He was thinking of the danger to Iona and his kid and didn’t consider the ramifications of his words. Warden is right, Bryony doesn’t wear a cut, and isn’t honestly our problem if we look at it technically. But you plan to claim her, so she’s our responsibility,” Undertaker explained.

I thought about that. “Thanks, Veep.”

“There’s a consequence to what you did in church today. Church is sacred, and you broke that. You and Dynamo. Punishment will come for that,” Undertaker said.

“Yeah, well, don’t book anything yet. If Bryony isn’t protected and war not declared, I’ll be blacking my ink,” I stated.

Everyone stiffened.

“Soul won’t be alone, either. I can patch over to the Royal Harlots. Warden may be scared, but he hung a woman linked to the club out to dry to protect his own family. I do not trust him anymore to do the right thing,” Dynamo added, shocking us all.

“You don’t mean that!” Romeo exclaimed.

“Read my mind. I do mean exactly that. If Iona had been pregnant when I was taken or Katie, would he have come for us? I have sincere doubts,” Dynamo replied.

“Fuck,” Undertaker hissed, running his hand through his hair.

“Warden has made several big mistakes, and they all involve Iona. He’s not putting the club first, but her and his kid. That’s fine, but he shouldn’t sacrifice the rest of us. If they’re his main concern, we need a president who considers us first,” I said.

Romeo and Undertaker exchanged concerned looks. Slasher, however, nodded.

“Got to admit, I’m worried about claiming a woman. Because if something happens to her in the process of getting to know her, Warden basically wouldn’t give a shit. I can’t work under a president like that,” Slasher admitted.

“Warden brought us together because of our abilities. And now he’s frightened of using them. We can take the Screaming Barons out easily. But Warden’s being a coward. Just send me and Vogue in. There’ll be nothing left of them. No. Warden wants to pussyfoot around. He needs to grow a backbone.”

Undertaker looked shocked at our thoughts. But he nodded. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Do more than speak, make him understand because, as an officer, I can and will call for a no-confidence vote,” Dynamo warned.

And I knew which way I would vote.

Bryony

It had been three days since the attack. Soul hadn’t had Romeo wipe my mind, and I was completely recovered. Nothing remained of my bruises or marks. Even my breasts had been healed by Slasher. This had happened in my sleep, so I’d been saved the trauma. The children had stayed at Spice and Lindy’s. They thought the sleepover was great.

Soul and Dynamo hadn’t left my house, and Soul camped on my sofa while Dynamo slept in the spare room. Honestly, I was grateful for them being around. I sensed there was strife between them and the MC, and although I’d asked, Dynamo had told me it was club business.

I was sitting in the rear garden when I heard a cough.

A man appeared, and I leapt to my feet. I didn’t even have a chance to cry out before Dynamo rushed out with Soul right behind her.

“Who the fuck are you?” Dynamo growled out.

“My name is Jerome Jacobs. I’m a paralegal working for your lawyer. Miss Simmonds has been trying to reach you, but your number keeps going through to voice message.”

“Sorry, my phone’s been off,” I replied.

“Miss Simmonds asks that you call her immediately. It is a matter of grave urgency,” Jerome explained and, nodding, took his leave.

I yanked out my mobile and dialled the lawyer’s office. I identified myself and waited to be put through to Miss Simmonds.

“Bryony, it’s good to hear your voice. I was beginning to worry,” Veronica Simmonds said.

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