Page 32 of Reign
“I’m alright, keeping busy with the kids,” she answers, but I know better.
“You know, I’m not as scary as I look; you can come talk to me anytime you need. I’m a good listener. I just don’t have patience.” I laugh, and she smiles.
“Thank you, Jameson. I appreciate your kindness.” She nods again, taking Hazel from my arms.
“Be a good girl for Auntie O. See you soon, Babygirl,” I tell her, and they leave the room. I should give Hayden a little visit at the Dungeon. I’ve been meaning to go see Axel.Fuck it.Surprise visit it is; then I gotta meet up with Ryder and help him with the contractor that keeps screwing him over. So, before we have any more bloodshed, I offered to get it sorted.
Shutting off the light, I lock my workroom door and climb into my Ram. Ever since Spade was arrested, we’ve been slowly moving into the compound, which is great as it gives us more space with the kids growing rapidly and now Ophelia living with us. Or maybe it's just me, and I needed more space. Sighing, I pull out of the garage, circle around the driveway, and head out of the gates. Just as I turn onto the highway, my phone rings. Pressing the button on my steering wheel, I answer.
“What’s up, Ryder?” I ask.
“Can you meet me at the clubhouse? This motherfucker is giving Slash a hard time, and I’m ready to just shoot him and call it a day. He isn’t listening to what we want for the rebuild,” he informs me, and I smile.
“Yeah, I’m on my way now,” I tell him, and the call ends.So much for going to Daggerspoint. I guess Hayden gets to breathe another day.
Pulling through the gates of the clubhouse, my phone rings again. Pressing the button, I answer.
“Hey, Princess. Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes, Caveman. Just letting you know I’m with Big Man at the Mill. Getting the shipment ready for tomorrow's drop,” she says, and I smile.
“Thanks for letting me know. I’m at the clubhouse,” I tell her.
“Please don’t kill anyone,” she sighs, and I laugh.
“Can’t make any promises. What time will you be home tonight?”
“I’m not sure. Big Man arranged Fight Night, so I’ll be here watching that,” she says, and I raise a brow even though she can't see me.
“Are you fighting?” I ask, and she sighs again.
“Dario won’t let me,” she whines, and I smirk.
“And why is that, Princess?” I ask as I hear rustling on her end and a door swinging open, then the sounds of hurling. “Jade, baby. Are you okay?” I ask, but all I hear is rustling. Ending the call, I scroll down to Dario.
“Yo, what’s up?” he answers.
“Where’s Jade? I was just talking with her, and I think she’s throwing up,” I say, and he growls.
“Yes, she’s been doing that all morning. She says she feels fine. I thought maybe it was a stomach bug or food poisoning with the amount of times she’s been in the bathroom today,” he says.
“Does she have a fever?” I ask, and he laughs.
“No, and she’s giving me a hard time about not letting her fight tonight,” he tells me, and I grin.
“I know. She was telling me what was going on, but then she started hurling.”
“I’ll go check on her. I’ll keep you updated,” he tells me.
“Roger that. Talk soon,” I say and end the call. Tucking the phone in my jacket pocket, I hop out of the truck and head for the double doors. Swinging them open, I hear shouting coming from the direction of the bar. Walking quickly towards a short man I see there, I grab him by the back of his neck and slam his face against the bar. The sound of his nose crunching against the wood spreads a smile across my face.The prick didn’t even hear me coming.
“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t really give a shit; you’re fired. So take your tools and your broken nose and get the fuck out of here before I chop you up into little pieces and send you home in ziplock bags,” I spit, releasing the man. He lifts his face from the bartop with narrowed eyes, picking up his hammer, and swinging it at me. I rear my arm back and jab him in the nose, laughing while his head snaps back and blood sprays against my chin. “Don’t make me tell you again. This is a fight you will not win. Get out!” I growl, pointing to the door. He side-eyes me then looks at Ryder, giving him the finger, and just as I’m about to go remove it from his hand for the disrespect, Slash presses a hand against my chest.
“Let him go; it’s not worth it. He’s a miserable piece of shit,” he tells me, and I nod.
“Fine,” I say, fixing my shirt. Ryder throws me a wet rag, but I don’t catch it. I just let it hit me in the chest and fall to the floor. “Was that even clean?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes.
“Duh, you asshole. Why would I toss you a dirty one?” he asks, and I shrug, bending down and picking up the rag. I throw it at him as Slash hands me a new one. I wipe my hands and face and then set it down on the bar top.
