Page 32 of Daddy Issues

Today, that was AP.

“Listen, son, we told you before it’s all about proving yourself to us.” He rocked back in the president’s chair and folded his hands behind his head. “Cam here has a way for you to do that.”

Ghost’s eyes flicked almost eagerly to Cam.

“You still got ins with the peckerwoods?” Cam asked.

“Maybe, but with Preach gone, they’ll probably cut me if I showed up.”

“What if you told them I shot Preacher? That you were afraid I’d come for you?”

He contemplated that and shrugged. “Hell, might work. Wanda’s boys ain’t the brightest.”

“You in?” Jester asked him.

“This prove I’m a King and get me my patch?” Hope lit in his eyes.

“Yup. I’m the swing vote, and this would prove it to me,” Cam said.

“Let’s fucking go, then.”

Jester took his patch and Cam went to that side of the table, hashing out the details. This was his show. I sat back, hit the blunt, and thought of the connotations. When they finally ushered him from the chapel, I glanced over to AP.

“This mean Kenna’s up for grabs?”

He rubbed a tired hand over his face. “Not like it mattered, but yeah.”

“Good.” Standing, Jester leaned down on his outstretched hands. “Because Puck already finger blasted her in the bathroom.”

“Jesus Christ, Jester.” I closed my eyes and winced.

“Brother, half the clubhouse heard it.” Cam snorted from the door. “That one’s got louder pipes than Vance and Hines.”

“Jealous?” Jester playfully shoved him in the shoulder. “Princess quiet as a mouse?”

Cam’s grin was wolfish—that Jester could even joke about Riley now was proof of the cancerous hold Preacher had on the club. A few months ago, I’d have been peeling Cam off him. “Shit, let me get her the fuck out of here, and I’ll let you know. You can stand out in the street. I’ll leave a window open so you can eavesdrop.”

They walked out together, Dekes right behind them. Leaving me with the Merricks.

“What’s the deal with the girl?” AP asked.

He clearly meant Kenna. Merc said nothing, just hung back for moral support. I hadn’t had a woman in the clubhouse in more than two years. That he was asking, meant he gave a shit.

It also pissed me off.

“Fuck if I know.” I stood, shoved my chair over, and leveled an honest gaze at AP. “But it’s not something you need to worry about.”

Jessica and her addiction had nearly destroyed everything I had. I wouldn’t let that happen again.

The old man grinned, slow and knowing. “Keep telling yourself that, son.” Then stood, stretched, and walked out the door with Merc.

Cam caught me in the hallway, lazing against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Let me holla at you for a minute.”

“Et Tu Brute?”

His laugh was rich. Those who believed the rumor that bikers were uneducated and uncouth had never met Cam Savage. “You’d make one ugly Caeser, brother.”

“Yeah, but you’re about to say something about Kenna, too.”

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