Page 74 of Wild Side
Lainey snorts. “I could do that. I may not spend much time down there, but I could definitely bitch about them—and about my brother. Although he’s pretty nice most of the time.”
“Piggy really is one of the best,” Posey murmurs.
A few moments later, we’re all piled into Dakota’s car and heading straight for The Copper Pot, the nicest restaurant in town. It’s not anything fancy, but I can tell that everyone has put on their best and is enjoying their time here.
So it’s not a wild and crazy girls’ night out; it’s food and drinks, then probably going home. I could be okay with that. I’ve never had either. I mean, I had Sable, but a night out with her was me watching her get a man. Working for that man, sleeping with that man, and then never seeing him again. Or her slipping off to the clubhouse to be with Brake, and likely my dad, too.
But this, eating in a restaurant, ordering food and mocktails, I’ve never had this, and I can’t wait. As we walk through The Copper Pot, I can’t help but wonder if everyone here knows who we are. I can feel their eyes on us. But I don’t care. Let them look. I’m with a whole girl posse. I’m with a man who rocks my entire world, and I’m having his baby.
I’m on top of the damn world.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MAVERICK
As I standin front of the burned building, I should probably feel some kind of way about it. This has been like a second home my entire life. This has been part of our club since before I was even born, and now it’s gone.
I’m not sure if I’m even allowed to mourn it, technically, since we’re the ones who burned our own home down. Can you mourn something you fucked up? I feel like you can, like mourning isn’t only for something that’s taken from you, but you can also mourn something you walked away from. And that’s how this feels.
“Crazy shit, right?” Piggy asks beside me.
I tear my gaze away from the charred scene in front of me and turn my head. “It sure is.”
I don’t elaborate. We’ve already had the conversation during church the other day. Plus, talking about anything like that publicly is not something anyone in the club should do.
Although it seems as if we’re alone, I’m also not fucking stupid. Anyone could be nearby and hear something they shouldn’t.
“So, it’s done,” Piggy mutters.
“Done?” I look at him.
He dips his chin in a single nod. “The surveillance supply company. It’s done.”
“Officially now,” I murmur. “There’s nothing to liquidate now. It’s all gone. Best we can do is use this moment to start over.”
I really liked the idea of renting the building out to a business for some added income. But maybe something else can be done. It’s not like it was in the middle of downtown, or even a commercial area. It was literally by itself on the side of the road.
I feel my phone buzz, and I frown as I take it out of my pocket. Zadie is at the clubhouse and asleep, catching up from the late night. The girls went out to The Copper Pot for dinner and to hang out. Then she came to the clubhouse, and we stayed awake far later than we should have.
It was a great goddamn night.
But as I look down at my phone, my brows snap together in confusion
It’s Lightning.
Placing the call on speaker, I say my road name as my greeting. “There’s someone here at the front gate who wants to talk to you, but I’m not letting the prick inside,” Lightning states.
“Who the fuck is it?” I snap at the same time Piggy moves closer to me.
“No clue. Says you’ll know exactly who he is, which is why I didn’t let him in. Fucker is acting shady.”
I think about telling Lightning to just let him pass. How much damage can he do at the clubhouse? There are at least tenbrothers walking around, including my actual twin brother. Who will, without a doubt, take care of shit, then ask names later.
But then I remember that Zadie is asleep in bed. In my bed. She’s been through enough. I’m not going to let some weirdo just waltz in there and give him a free pass to be a said weirdo. Instead, I smirk, thinking about where he could meet me.
I could meet him here, in front of this burned building, or in front of Ivy’s burned office. The fact that shit keeps burning down around us has got to mean something. Granted, one of them was our own doing, but still.
“Have him meet me at Ivy’s temporary office.”
