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“We’re just having fun.” I shrug. “Nothing serious.”
Even as the words come out of my mouth, they feel wrong, like a lie. She’s under my skin. It’s serious. More serious than I care to admit.
He nods but before we can even get into the conversation the door swings open, Saint walks in the plops down in the chair beside Reaper. I look at him and I already know whatever he has to say is going to be bad news.
“Before you blow your fucking top, I’m going to start by saying it couldn’t be avoided.” He plants his forearms on his thighs. “If I could have, I would have.”
I look at him impatiently. I’ve already had to deal with Janie’s shit, and we’re having to run logistics to make sure Alana and Amelia are safe from the Bianchi’s, which means we’re stretched thin. We don’t need more shit to take on.
“Why don’t you start from the beginning,” Reaper says. I remain quiet. “Then we’ll go from there.”
“I met somebody.”
“And that’s a problem?” I ask, leaning back in my office chair.
.
“It may cause problems with the club.”
Just fucking great.
I narrow my eyes. “What kind of problems?”
“She happens to be the ex-wife of Thomas Williams.”
“Who?” Reaper looks between me and my little brother, who at this moment I want to strangle with my bare hands if he’s talking about who the hell I think he’s talking about.
It better not be who the fuck I think it is.
“Congressman Williams,” he responds. “You know the piece of shit the Bianchi’s and the Petrovas have in their pocket. He came by Oya’s home this morning while I was there, and he casually threatened me and the club.”
“Son of a bitch, Gavin!”
“Fucking hell,” Reaper murmurs.
“Look. They aren’t even fucking together anymore, King. I like her. I like her a lot and I don’t give a fuck what any of you got to say about it.”
“Does she know your history?” I ask and he scoffs.
I think it’s a valid question. I’m just looking out for him. If he really likes this woman and she finds out about his record, he can get hurt and I don’t want that. I want my brother to be happy. But of course, he doesn’t see it that way. Always wanting to believe the worst in me.
“You really do think I’m a piece of shit, don’t you?” He shoots to his feet. “Look I just thought you should know what’s going on.”
“Sit down, Gavin.” Reaper tosses his hands in the air. “We need to plan if something comes up with this. Not only is Williams a politician, but he’s also a dirty one. That can cause problems.”
He sighs and drops back into the seat. “That’s why the hell I came. I recognized his name.”
“Oya? That’s her name?” I ask and he nods. “And she knows you’re a Sinner?”
He sighs again and I want to reach across the desk and wring his fucking neck. I’m asking these fucking questions because I have to, not because I want to.
“Of course, King. Despite what you seem to think about me, I wouldn’t keep shit like that from her.”
“Gavin, I’m not saying anything like that. But with your background and being a Sinner, I don’t want you to jump feet first into something and bring along an innocent woman with you.”
Why the fuck can’t he see I’m trying to look out for everyone involved including his woman.
“What he’s trying to say,” Reaper says cutting in, “we’re just worried about you. You told me a little about this woman and you seem invested. We don’t want you to get hurt.”
