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“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, taking a drink of his beer, which I hadn't noticed until now.
“So if I take Legs to my room tonight, you won’t care?”
His grip tightens on the beer bottle. And for a second, I think he might smash it over my head.
“She can do what she wants. She’s a club girl, after all,” he says. Trying to act like he doesn’t care.
“Works for me.” I slap his chest before standing up and heading inside instead of calling him on his bullshit.
I’m almost at the door when he calls my name.
“Hannibal.”
I turn to look over my shoulder.
“She’ll be with me tonight.”
“Tomorrow then,” I taunt.
“She’ll be with me then too.”
“You making her your old lady?”
“You know I can’t.”
“Can’t isn’t the same as won’t—unless she’s not interested, of course.”
I let that hang between us because anyone with eyes can see she’s crazy about him.
“I’m not going to make a club girl, my old lady,” he finally says, and I shake my head.
“Then cut her loose because she deserves better than you messing with her head.”
Not wanting to hear his excuses, I head inside the saloon and make my way to the bar. Havoc calls my name and jerks his chintoward his office. I weave through the tables and head down the hall, not bothering to knock when I get there.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Sit. I need to talk to you about something.”
I close the door, take one of the chairs in front of his desk, and watch him as he leans back, observing me.
“Something wrong?” I drawl, knowing I haven’t done anything lately that would piss him off.
“As you know, I want Khan and Driller removed from their positions.”
I nod. Khan and Driller were the reason Havoc spent the last five years in prison, but when we found out Khan sent two brothers from Ohio down here to kill Havoc, their fate was sealed. The idiots somehow mistook G for Havoc when G was out riding with Amity. They hit the bike, sending them flying, before returning and opening fire. It was only Amity’s quick thinking that kept them from being killed.
It was a blow to everyone here at the mother chapter. We’d already dealt with our share of traitors, but it seemed fate wasn’t done fucking with us yet.
“I need a replacement for Khan.”
I lean forward. “Who you have in mind?”
“You.”
I stare at him and start laughing. But when he doesn’t join in, I stop.
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
