Page 26 of Hendrix

My lips twitched, and I shrugged in my VP’s direction.

Diablo was the biggest joker in the place. He was constantly messing with the others. It was only a matter of time before they went for his jugular. My SAA had been getting away with his shit for long enough, and I had to admit, they got him good.

The stupid fucker fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Alright, assholes,” Blade shouted. “Calm your asses down and get back in your chairs. This isn’t kindergarten.” His tone was no-nonsense, but even he couldn’t stop his lips twitching at the joke.

Diablo pointed a finger at Trick. “You’re a fucknut talkin’ about my ma like that.

Bones let out a cackle.

Dad snorted.

“Slow your roll, brother,” Colt muttered, his eyes fixated on the iPad he was tapping away on. “It’s not like Trick actually fucked your mom.” His gaze lifted toward the road captain. “Did you?”

Diablo growled.

All the men busted out laughing again.

The SAA threw himself back into his seat, sniffing disdainfully. “Mom’s should be off-limits when it comes to banter.”

Diablo was close to his mother. She was a cool lady, and my SAA was a momma’s boy, especially since his childhood was the opposite of mine, and she’d raised his ass without a dad.

“He got ya good,” Dad reasoned. “You gotta admit it.”

The SAA’s mouth twisted.

“You can’t really be that mad, brother,” Trick pointed out. “It’s usually us on the receiving end of your bullshit. If you dish it out, you gotta be able to eat it, and it’s not often we get one over on you.”

Diablo grunted his reply.

Blade sat back in his chair to my right, shaking his head. “Can we stop screwing around and get on with Church? I summoned you fuckers this early for a reason, and we’re wasting time.” His head turned to me. “Take the floor, Prez.”

I picked up the gavel and smashed it onto the soundblock before my gaze went around the table, starting at Blade to my right and finishing on Iceman, who sat to my left.

My men were assholes, but they were also loyal to a fault. My club had gone through its ups and downs but finally, we’d settled with a band of brothers who I was proud to work with.

“Spoke to Cash this mornin’,” I began. “Discovered my ex is in trouble.”

The smiles faded, and everyone shifted in their seats.

“Anna?” Ice demanded.

“Yeah.” My eyes went across the table, and I dipped my chin at Colt.

He tapped on his iPad, and within seconds, the state-of-the-art screens that covered the walls lit up with the image of three men.

“The guy in the middle wearing the suit is Antoni Lis,” Colt announced. “He’s the money man for an organized crime family in Pennsylvania. The dude to his right is the head of the family and also Antoni’s cousin, Filip Lis. Finally, the man to his left is his brother, Leon. Antoni’s also the husband of Anna Bouchard, friend to the Speed Demons Wyoming and their women, including Freya.” He tapped his iPad, and a close-up of Anna’s face staring blankly out of a car window appeared. “She’s also Hendrix’s ex-girlfriend.”

Pyro leaned toward the screen, and then his gaze drifted to me. “She’s pretty.”

My heart panged.

“Always wondered where his fascination with redheads came from,” Bones muttered. “Seems our prez is a psychoanalyst’s dream.”

I let out a grunt.

“Anna married Lis a few years ago and moved to Pennsylvania,” Colt continued. “Her marriage started well, but our intel reports that things began to go downhill about six months after the wedding. Anna began to ask questions about his business dealings—something Lis wasn’t happy about. Things deteriorated over time until last night when they came to a head, and we think he physically abused her at their home.”

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