“No.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I fucking said so. Sit your ass down. You too, Gunner.” King ordered. “Mellie has been through a lot of shit. She needs a break. I’ll call Greyson and make sure she’s in the cabin closest to the house. Winchester will be out there, and I will send two prospects as well.”
Ghost continued to stand and growled, “No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. I’m not leaving her out there alone.”
“She needs some time away from the club,” King insisted.
“She can have it. She can’t have time away from me,” the brother said, heading for the door.
“Ghost, sit your ass down.”
“Sorry, brother. Can’t do that.” And before anyone could stop him, Ghost took off his cut and laid it on the table.
“What the fuck are you doing?” King snarled. “Put your cut back on.”
“I’m out. She’s it. You guys have been giving me shit for months about the woman I couldn’t forget. It’s fucking her. She’s here. I can’t let her go again. I won’t.”
“So, make her your old lady!”
“She doesn’t want to be an old lady! She wants nothing to do with the club. She needs one person in her goddamn life to put her first. I’m that fucking person.”
“So you’re willing to give up everything?”
“Damn fucking straight.” With that, Ghost walked out of church and the clubhouse.
“SON OF A BITCH!” King roared, picking up his chair and throwing it across the room.
Yeah, I’d seen this scenario play out many times and I really felt for the brother on the receiving end.
“YOU!” King snarled and pointed his finger at me.
Blinking, I looked around the room and noticed everyone looking at me. Gulping, I turned back to King and muttered, “Me?”
“Yes, you!” the irate president fumed. “Since I got involved with you and your goddamn club, my life has been one fucking shit show after another!”
“Well, at least we’re not as bad as the Soulless Sinners.”
“Not the time, Danny,” Dante whispered.
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” King’s temper hit an all-time high. Even Cash and Jingles took a step back. “Let me be very fucking clear here, Sypher. I don’t give a flying fuck what you have to do, but before you leave this fucking state, my enforcer better have his fucking cut back on his back or I will take yours and send you back to California in a body bag!”
“Uh, King,” Cash muttered. “You can’t do that. Not without Steele’s permission.”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” the man roared, marching out of church, cursing up a storm.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Dante
“I don’t know what he expects me to do,” Danny grumbled, pacing the room. “I’m no miracle worker!”
After leaving church, Danny marched his ass upstairs, needing a moment to himself. So, I followed, along with Ryder, Ellie, and Jackass of course, because he refused to be left out.
