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“Shut the hell up, Dylan! I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you are not my boyfriend, husband, or anything in between to be talking to me like you’ve lost your damn mind. You don’t get to tell me what the hell to do just because you made me come! Get the fuck out of here.”
She storms towards the door.
“Alana! Where the fuck do you think you’re going! We’re not done!”
She throws her middle finger in the air. “Fuck you, King! We are done!” she shouts as she slams the door to my office on the way out.
“Goddamn, it!” I yell, swiping everything off my desk.
I pick up the heavy wooden chair sitting in front of my desk and toss it to the floor, not caring whether it breaks.
“HEY! Dylan!”
Saint’s voice breaks through the fog of rage. I toss the binder in my hand on the desk before I throw it against the wall, then drop in my chair ignoring the damage I’ve done to my office.
“What the hell is going on?” He picks up some of my papers from the floor and tosses them on the desk. “We can hear you two yelling through the whole damn clubhouse.”
“She’s driving me fucking nuts.” I run my hand through my hair. “She’s trying to get herself fucking killed.”
He sighs and sits in the only chair that isn’t broken. “This about her disappearing?”
“It’s more than that. She met with Messina’s brother.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”
“I wish I was.”
“What the hell was she thinking?”
“I have no fucking clue. He wants to use her as bait.”
“Bait?”
“So, he can kill his brother.”
“And she actually believes him?” He scoffs, shaking his head. “If it’s true, that’s one fucked up family.”
“Tell me about.” I sigh. “I’m so ready for all this shit to be over. I’m getting too old for all this bullshit.”
I lean back in my chair, then prop my feet up on my desk.
“We got to deal with Savage Order, possibly your woman’s ex, and the damn Bianchi’s. For once I’d like to have a day when we’re not dealing with bullshit. Anyway, I know you’re not here to listen to me bitch about shit that’s not going to change. What’s up?”
“Oya’s here.”
“Are you sure about this woman, little brother?”
He frowns and I already know he’s getting ready to argue. That’s his go-to any time I question him about anything. But I don’t want to argue. I want him to make sure this is the path he really wants to go down. Not only is she connected to one of the most crooked politicians, according to Reaper, but she also has an adult child close to Saint’s age. That’s more than likely going to cause problems. I just want him to be prepared for what’s to come because this relationship most definitely isn’t going to be rainbows and butterflies. And if he truly loves this woman, he’s going to have to work very hard against a lot of obstacles to keep their relationship healthy and happy.
I throw up my hand to stop him from saying anything. “I’m not questioning your decision, Gavin.” I heave a sigh. “I just want you to be prepared for what’s coming. If this woman is who you want, I’ll back you. But be sure because not only does this relationship affect you, it also affects this club whether you believe it or not.”
“I want her, Dylan.” He shrugs. “Of course, I don’t want to involve the club, but it is what it is. She’s mine and I’m a Sinner until I die. There’s no separating the two.”
“Well, then if she’s your woman, that’s all I need to hear. Go get her and let me meet her.”
The smile on his face, I haven’t seen for a long time. If this woman makes him happy, no matter the shit storm that comes with her, my brother has my support.
He nods and leaves my office.
