Page 22 of Unruly Defender
“Motherfucker,” I roar and fight my VP because Rush just openly admitted to killing my father as well as his own.
“Get a hold of yourself, Henley,” Yates growls in my ear.“The cops just came inside.If you attack him you’re going to jail too.Calm.Down.”
Gracy plasters herself against me and I instantly wrap my arms around her.
“Better come here, sugar.Daddy will be more pleased if you’d ride my cock instead of this jailbait,” Rush rumbles.
Yates’ back is in front of me as he’s facing Rush and jabs his chest before I can so much as blink.“You’re the one with your head in the sand, asshole.Because Spencer Lightners isn’t connected with this woman by blood.But you know who is?Clemente Dimentello.Now that name rings a fucking bell so loud your ears bleed, don’t you think?Yeah, who’s fucked now, huh?You asshole, because Henley here is the only one with the right connections thanks to the old lady he just claimed.”
Fuck.Why the hell did Yates have to say that last part?I feel Gracy tense up in my arms and when I glance down and stare into her eyes, they are filled with hurt and confusion.I know everything is about to shatter and I can’t do shit to stop it because the DEA is bursting through the door and starting to yell out demands.
It takes over an hour for the clubhouse to get back to normal when the DEA finally leaves.Rush is gone and I need to get back into the main clubhouse because all of us were taken apart one by one to get checked over and have our personal information taken and for sure they took their time checking me.When I stalk back into the main room, I glance over every head but don’t see Gracy.
Rhett steps closer and asks, “What do you need, Pres?”
“My old lady, did you see where she went?”
Rhett shakes his head and leans over the bar.“Hudson, did you see if Pres’ old lady left or know where she might be?”
Hudson stalks over to me.“I didn’t pay attention.Maybe she’s in the bathroom, you know how chicks are.”
I hear laughter and see it’s Maxton lifting his beer at me.“She left you.Walked right out the door after the DEA left.Bet the bitch served her purpose and is done with your sorry ass.”
“Out,” I growl.“Leave your cut and get the fuck out of here.”
Hudson rounds the bar and is standing in front of Maxton before I can say another word.Rhett is beside him and starts to pull at Maxton’s cut.
“You don’t deserve to wear this,” Rhett sneers.“Finally, I don’t have to look at your ugly face anymore or hear your stupid shit.”
Maxton rips away from Rhett’s grip and shrugs out of his cut, throwing it on the floor before Hudson’s feet.
“You’re all dead.Mark my fucking words.Rush will be out later today and we’ll end you fuckers once and for all,” Maxton spits and stomps out of the clubhouse.
Hudson glances over his shoulder at me.“I’m going to make sure that asshole leaves and then I’m going to reset the code for the gate.Anyone else we need to kick out?Den or Banjo?Those two fuckers are always...wait.Where did they go?”
“I saw them both leave right after the DEA left,” Rhett says.“Good riddance.Those four were always setting the rules and took away any options for taking stuff to the table.”
Yates comes to stand next to me.“Like you mentioned, Hudson, reset the security code and make sure only the four of us know the code.The two of you can take turns keeping an eye on who goes in and out.Needless to say, none of those four fuckers are allowed back in.”
“You got it, VP,” Hudson states and rushes out the door.
“Rhett, get a prospect to manage the bar, and another one to round everyone up.I need every member in church within the next ten minutes.Time for a meeting so I can get all of you up to speed about things,” I grunt and Rhett jumps into action.I give my attention to Yates.“I need to know where Gracy is.And fuck, man...you shouldn’t have said that part about me having the right connections by claiming Gracy.You basically said I claimed her because of it.”
“Shit,” Yates grunts and slides his fingers through his hair.“I didn’t think.I just wanted that asshole to know he didn’t stand a chance against you.She has to be around here somewhere, right?”
“Maxton said Gracy walked out the door right after the DEA left.And so did Den and Banjo.Maxton just walked out that damn door too.What if they take her, or fuck...what if they already took her?Dammit.”I grab my phone and dial her number.
It rings four times before she picks up.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she snaps.
“Where are you?”I growl in return.
“Home.Don’t bother coming over.You’re a real grade A asshole, Henley.I don’t ever—”
The line goes dead and I pull the phone away from my ear to call her again but instead I see my phone’s dead.Dammit, what fucking timing.I don’t even have her damn number because it’s only saved in my phone.
“Fuck,” I roar in frustration.Though, at least I know she arrived home safely, even if she’s pissed at me.
