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I whirl around ready to go toe-to-toe with him. We don’t always see eye to eye, and he’s a little more callous than me but I didn’t expect him to be so nonchalant about an attack on our own. Yeah, our Ma says that shit when she’s depressed, usually because of our Da, but this isn’t the time nor the place and totally different fucking circumstances.
“Just say it,” he taunts.
I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him in defiance. “Say what?”
“Just say she means more to you than you’re willing to admit.”
When I got Tongue’s call, my heart sunk to my gut. I love the guys like they’re my blood brothers, my family. But fear claimed me at that moment not for them but for her. Fear she wouldn’t make it back to me. However, I’m not confessing my feelings to him.
“It’s cool, King.” He smiles, some of the viciousness disappearing from his features. “It’s cool if she’s yours, I mean. Just be careful.”
I don’t answer him because I don’t want to get into what’s going on between Alana and me. But I can’t deny his words. She’s mine and I’ll burn the world down to protect her.
Both our heads turn to the door when a knock sounds.
“Come in!”
The prospect cautiously steps in. You can see the worry on his face. He’s got some scrapes and bruises, but otherwise, he’s good. Most of these guys stay out of my way, taking orders from their sponsors. The only time they come to me is when it’s too important and can have consequences for the club.
“Prez?”
“Shut the door behind you and sit.”
I motion to one of the chairs sitting in front of my desk. He closes the door, walks to the chair, then sits.
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m good.”
“Good. What’s up.”
I can tell he’s nervous, but right now I don’t have the patience to deal with anyone. I’ve got shit going on that needs to be straightened out before we make a move.
“The bikers weren’t the only ones involved.”
I sit up in my chair, steepling my hands. “What?”
I haven’t been able to get too much information about the incident other than what Alana shared. Tongue’s barely hanging on.
“There was a blacked-out Bugatti along with a couple of blacked-out SUVs.”
“Are you sure? Alana didn’t mention it.”
“If the boys haven’t told you, I have a photographic memory.” He taps the side of his head. “Anyway, I’m certain. As for Alana, she wasn’t focused on our surroundings before the shooting started.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have remembered anything else with that photographic memory, did you?”
“Dark hair, dark eyes, male around mid to late forties was in the Bugatti. Other than that, I got nothing. But they’re definitely involved.”
“All right, Prospect. Appreciate it.”
He nods, gets up, and leaves. I lean back in the chair thinking about this new information.
“What do you think?” Reaper asks. “Is it about her?”
“I don’t think it’sjustabout her.” I rub my beard. “They were targeting her and the club.”
“You think they’re working together?” he asks a hint of doubt in his voice.
