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“Back to the club,” I grunt.
“We keep the trafficking; we make the most with that anyway. We work as a private security firm. We keep the name but take off the supply. Thunder Rock. Just Thunder Rock,” Lightning says.
“I like that,” Ivy murmurs.
I don’t know if it’s going to work. I also have no idea if it’s going to completely sink, but I’m willing to try. The shit they have going on now isn’t going to work. It’ll put us in a hole that I’m not sure we’ll be able to crawl out of.
“I like the trafficking aspect. I think that maybe we could do that on a bigger scale while we work up the other shit,” Bullet says. “Let’s take a vote.”
Every single man votes for it.
And it passes.
We’re keeping the building, but the security supplies are out. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. I didn’t want to have to go backto Virginia and kiss Kyle Alexander’s ass. If I’m going back, I’d rather kick his ass again.
The meeting is adjourned.
The room empties out without anyone saying a single word about the baby situation. But Goose stays behind. I can feel his eyes on me. Turning to him, I arch a brow and wait for him to speak. I know my brother has something to say. He’s ready, locked and loaded. I brace for impact.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ZADIE
Dakota and Posey are awesome.I mean, I’ve been around a lot of old ladies in my time, but none have been as friendly. I don’t know if it’s because they were all adults and I was a ragamuffin kid running around, but I could see myself becoming friends with them.
At least in my dreams and fantasies, that’s the way it happens. Whether that’s what will actually happen, I don’t know. Mainly because I have no idea what the future holds.
As much as I want to live in a fantasy world that includes Maverick and me falling in love with one another and being a perfect little family, I’ve witnessed enough heartache, heartbreak, and sadness at the clubhouse. I know how the real world works, and it’s painful.
“Have you been down to the bakery yet?” Posey asks.
My spine straightens at the question. “The one on the main street?” I ask, thinking about those cupcakes I inhaled yesterday and silently wondering if I can go back today and buy a six-pack of them.
“Dakota does the frosting work. It’s freaking amazing. And Piggy’s sister, Lainey, owns the place. I don’t know if you’ve met him yet,” Posey says.
I’m still stuck on the fact that Dakota, who is an old lady and not just any old lady, but the president of the club’s wife, and who has a toddler, is working at the bakery in town frosting those amazing cupcakes, when she continues.
“Dakota is also a virtual assistant, and so is her friend Briana, who lives in town now. We’ve got a small posse, but it’s a fun one,” Posey says with a smile on her face and a little giggle in her voice.
I don’t know how my father is going to feel about thisposseor what is going to happen with Maverick, but I have to admit it’s tempting to want to stay. Before I can respond to anything, I hear the door to the kitchen open, and then two men walk into the room.
Two gorgeous men.
They make their way toward the women. Both of whom stand and turn to face them. I watch as the couples embrace one another, but shift my attention toward the door and wait to see if Maverick walks through.
He doesn’t. I’m introduced to Ivy and Bullet, the president and an attorney. It should surprise me that a lawyer is part of the club. We don’t have anyone like that in the Rivara club, at least not that I know.
The five of us chat a bit, although it’s a lot of chatting between the four and not so much me. I don’t know what to say, not sure I have anything to say. I’m an outsider, not necessarily one to the MC world, but I am for this club.
I’m not one of them.
I’m not a girlfriend. I’m not an old lady. I’m not a wife.
What I am is an outsider.
A pregnant outsider.
Dakota and Posey give me a hug, promise to see me tomorrow for a bakery date, then leave with their husbands a few moments later. I don’t know where Maverick is. He hasn’t come back from church, and I know it’s concluded.
