Page 126 of Ruin
“Let those pricks in here again when I’m not here, and I’ll whoop your ass,” Coyote says to Grizz.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like I’m two,” Grizz barks back.
“Don’t disrespect your Prez, Grizz,” Shark says.
His eyes go wide.
Coyote moves past them to go down the hall, and Shark follows.
“What the fuck is going on?” Grizz asks, throwing his arms up. The rest of the guys are watching with curiosity.
“Come on,” I say, gesturing toward the door. “I need a drink.”
Grizz has been staring at me for a ridiculous amount of time, jaw dropped and eyes wide. I want to slap him. If he doesn’t fuck off, I will. I’m too tired for this shit. My brain is fried, and I just need a break.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask, shoving a beer his way.
He blinks a few times, shakes his head, then grabs the beer and guzzles half.
“Sounds fake.”
“Well, it’s not.”
“So, we’re just going to ignore it all, then? Pretend nothing happened?”
“No, of course not,” I scoff.
“Then… what?”
“Shark is handling it,” I say more confidently than I feel. I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I know my brother, and he’s got it handled.
Trudy brings us a couple more shots, and I try to ignore the fact that her naked body was on top of this bar while some rando ate her out. The mess, the germs…
“You cleaned this, right?” I ask, pointing at the bar top.
She holds her hand up. “You want me to smack you upside the head?”
“It’s just a question.”
“Obviously I cleaned the fucking bar, you dick.”
“I don’t know why I come here,” I mutter as I pick up the shot.
“Free alcohol.” Grizz finishes his beer before turning on his stool to face me. “Honestly, though. What happens now?”
I let out a deep breath. “He needs to tell everyone what happened, swear to not fuck up again, and we work on fixing things together as a club.”
“And if he does fuck up again?”
I take a swig of my beer, then say, “We kill him.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Kolton
Lucian isn’t due back home until tomorrow afternoon. It’s been a long ass weekend that I’m still trying to process. So much has happened, not only in the club, but with me. It would be so much easier to go through everything that happened with him here.
Over the weekend, I’ve started caring about the club. My brother and I bonded. I survived without Lucian—that may be because I was distracted, but still. I wasn’t a crying mess like I feared I would be. I killed a guy and hid two bodies. I’ve contemplated a treaty with the Iron pricks. Coyote is going to make amends, and plans to call a meeting tomorrow to let everyone in on what’s going on and what the plan is for the future. He and Shark met with Howler privately today, as planned, and that’ll be brought up tomorrow too.
