“No thanks.” Bull retorts.
“Asshole. Did you tell the boys about Church?”
“Yeah man, they want to do it tomorrow. Shit has been up in the air too long.”
“Too fucking bad, I’m taking my woman to visit our son and then we’re going out for the rest of the day. Tell them to shut that shit down. They can bitch Friday. I’m spending time with my woman.”
“You got it.”
The phone clicks off and I sit there looking out the window. I can’t explain it. Maybe my hormones are still wonky, but the fact that he put me before a needed meeting with his men brings a few waterworks out.
“Mama?” He asks when I haven’t spoken for a few minutes.
“Just thinking,” I answer managing to keep the emotion from my words. “How come you need a meeting so urgently?”
Dragon sighs.
My heart drops, expecting to hear him tell me how it’s club business, blah, blah, and freaking blah.
“Crusher. He went off on his own way too much. Put the club in jeopardy, left messes we still need to clean up. He fucked up and he called me out. If I don’t address it Mama, I’ll be viewed as weak.”
I don’t pretend to understand the way the club works—or hell, even men. I just nod. He’s let me in. Something between us has completely shifted. It feels good. So, I lean over and kiss his cheek, while he’s watching the road.
He spares a glance at me and there’s a question in his eyes.
“Hurry home, sweetheart. I really want to see the church table.”
His barking laughter somehow finishes warming me all the way to my soul. I’m home.
Chapter 37
Dragon
I can remember a time when I did not dread church. When coming into my office and sitting around this damn table was relaxing, or at the very least, it felt like I was where I belonged. How long has it been since I had that emotion with church? Since before Irish and his crap-storm? Probably. It sure as hell isn’t today. No, it’s definitely not today.
My hand moves over the table in front of me. I’d rather remember the way Nicole looked on this fucking table last night when I tongued that sweet pussy and made her scream, or even the day before. It was so good, I needed it again last night. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m going to want it again tonight. Except maybe this time, I’ll use the vibrator in her pussy while I fuck her ass. Fuck, my dick is throbbing and this meeting hasn’t even started.
I look over at Crusher. I’ve had him locked in the cooler for the last few days. It is, in fact, a cooler—a walk-in freezer at the back of the club that went bad. We never fixed it because it just wasn’t needed. The club has a couple of stand-up freezers they actually use. So when the walk-in went down it seemed to make a good cage. We modified it so air flow and temperature were regulated and turned into a holding cell. I sure as fuck never thought I’d have to throw my brother in it, especially my VP. That fucking shit sits raw in my gut and I know the men around me are unhappy. Which just means this meeting is going to be a fucking picnic of butterflies and lemon drops. That helps me get my libido under control, and I prepare to do what I have to do.
I drop the gavel. The men instantly stop their idle chatter. There wasn’t much anyway. The importance of this meeting is too big.
“Meeting of the Savage MC, Kentucky Brothers called. On the table, the removal of club Vice President from rank. A vote was called. Let’s hear from the brother first.
All eyes turn to Crusher. His eyes look at me and, fuck, I can barely see my brother in them. He looks wild…haunted. When he doesn’t make a move to say anything, I prod him.
“Do you have nothing to say for yourself?”
“Bastard had my old lady, I handled shit that needed to be done. I got Dani back and I’d do it a fucking times over. If that gets me booted from the club then what-the-fuck-ever.”
He says and he might look like shit, but his voice is full of cocky anger.
“You defied direct orders, and put the club in jeopardy. You put a woman before your brothers, and you had the fucking balls to call me out in front of others. I should strip you of club colors right here and close the fucking vote. The end.”
“She is not a woman, she is my old lady.”
“She hasn’t agreed to that shit, so that makes her a woman.”