Page 33 of Forsaking All Others

I don’t know if it’s the accusation or the timing of it, but the little control I was holding onto snaps and I get in the old man’s face. Now is not the fucking time for me to be put on the stand over what I feel for my ex-wife.

“You know it ain’t like that,” I sneer.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs. “The woman might not be in your bed, but she’s rooted deep inside of you. Everyone sees it. Now her husband saw it too and decided he wanted to unsee it so he left and he ain’t answering his phone. The dumb fuck doesn’t even know his kid is in the hospital.”

Fucking hell.

Holly couldn’t leave shit alone.

She always has to push.

“Tell me I didn’t hear that,” King says, coming to stand at my side. “Colt is missing?”

That’s right because the motherfucker not being there for Holly and his kid isn’t enough drama, let’s tank the whole fucking gun deal too.

“Leftie go back out to the car. I’ll meet you out there in a minute,” I demand.

The old bag doesn’t fucking move, he just stands there staring at me like I’m a piece of shit.

“What are you doing, Maverick?”

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing,” I hiss. The truth is, I don’t have a fucking answer to that question. “You just go out there and keep my kids in that fucking car of yours.”

Disappointment wears on his features as he mutters a curse, then he turns around and stalks out of the clubhouse. Swiping a hand over my head, I turn to King.

“I gotta get to the hospital,” I tell him. Without taking my eyes off my VP, I order Wiz to grab my phone from my room. When he’s out of ear shot, I poke a finger against King’s chest. “Find fucking Colt,” I grind out.

“Mav, with all due respect, I know you’ve got to do right by Holly and her son but take a look around, man. What the fuck are we supposed to do with all this shit? Colt being gone for Holly is a shame, but it’s a goddam death sentence for this club.”

Clenching my teeth, I glare at him.

“You think I don’t know that?”

My gaze drifts behind him to where Ghost is stapling the lining back inside the coffin on top of the bar, then it moves to the crates of guns stacked around the room.

Jesus-fucking-Christ.

I bring my eyes back to King’s and shake my head.

“We’re not there, yet,” I growl.

“Man—”

I cut him off.

“We’re not fucking there yet. Find that motherfucker and bring him to the yard. Do not tell him Theo is in the hospital.”

“You’re going to keep that from him?”

The way I see it, there’s already a fifty-fifty shot he bails on us because he thinks something is going on between me and Holly. Add Theo being sick, the odds are even worse. But I keep that to myself because King already looks like he’s about to have a fucking stroke.

Rolling my neck, I fix him with a look.

“Doesn’t seem like he’s too concerned seeing as he ain’t answering his goddamn phone. Now, get moving, King. We got six hours before we load that fucking truck.”

Six hours.

No driver.

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