Page 51 of Concede

Chapter 27

Maverick

I glare at Dice as I shut off my bike and swing my leg over. I know he’s been fucking around with Dani. I’ve seen them flirting more than once. I promised Tanner I would keep my cool, so I ignored the anger in my veins and strutted across the yard.

Dom, Boston and Skittles are loading the van. They are making a run to Vlad tonight.

“Keep a sharp eye Dom.” I warn as I pass them.

I’ve been at the funeral home all day getting everything squared away for Scar’s service. Romeo came with me, and we picked out his casket. It’s swanky as shit and I bet he would be proud. We planned for just a graveside service. He will be buried here in Paradise close to my father. It’s planned for Wednesday. The coroner should have the results by this afternoon so I’m trying to keep myself busy. I have a bad feeling for some reason. Something is tugging at my gut, and I can’t figure out what it is.

Dani is sitting at the bar in the kitchen when I walk in.

“Hey Dani.” I open the fridge and pull out the lunch meat.

I haven’t eaten all day, so I opt for a sandwich.

Pulling out the bread from the pantry, I twist off the tie and pull out two slices.

“Hungry?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Nah, thanks though. I’m about to leave for my shift.”

She looks tired but I don’t say anything. I’m sure she’s been stressed out thinking she was knocked up. I grit my teeth at the thought.

“I’ll be back tonight.” She slides off the stool. “Try to keep your socks on,” she says over her shoulder as she slips out of the kitchen.

I freeze mid bite.

Fuck.

It’s been a low key day at the clubhouse. It’s almost 7:00 and the guys are starting to filter in after closing up shop for the day. I texted Tanner earlier wondering when she got off work and she said 6:00, so I’ve been watching the door as I drink beer with Widow and Tank.

Tank gets up to take a piss and Widow slides over to the bar stool next to me.

“I went to your room this morning. You weren’t there,” he says as he gives me a side glance.

“I was busy.” I shrug.

He snorts and takes a drink. “You don’t usually do sleepovers, Maverick.”

I don’t say anything. I take a drink and scratch the side of my head.

“Be careful with that one. She’s not like these girls,” he says, referring to the group of club girls huddled by the pool table.

I take another drink. “Believe me, Widow. I know.”

“We don’t need you and Dom at odds either.”

“I got a handle on it.”

My phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out to answer.

“Yeah?” I stand up from my stool and head out back so I can hear over the loud music.

“This is Officer Gomez. The autopsy has been completed and I have the results.” He clears his throat.

“Alright, what was it?” I ask impatiently.

---