“Which reminds me,” Cameron said, getting up from the chair, digging into his front pocket. Walking over to me, he handed me a small remote, and I froze, gulping loudly, as I dared not move. “Found this in your coat pocket when you threw it in the truck. I don’t know what it is, but I turned it on for you. I don’t think it’s working anymore. The light went out.”
Stiffening in my seat, Josie gasped and turned beet red. Bailey bent over, laughing her ass off as Laurel’s eyes widened.
“Not a damn word!” Josie shouted, pointing at the two women.
Taking his seat again, the little shit continued, “That’s where I also found Ms. Devlyn’s medical chart.”
Glaring at the kid, I sneered, “That chart was in my briefcase. Not out in the open.”
“Expensive case, fifty-cent lock.” The brat shrugged unrepentantly. “Seriously, Carebear, I’d leave those files at the clinic where they are safe. You wouldn’t want just anyone looking at them.”
“Why, you little shit!” I roared, jumping to my feet as Frankie wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to whip your ass!”
Josie stepped in front of me, grabbing my face. “George. Take a deep breath and sit back down. I have a feeling there is more to this story.”
“I’m gonna kill him!”
“No one is touching my little buddy.” Frank chuckled.
Shrugging off my brother, I glared at him and retook my seat as Josie held my hand.
“Go on, Carnage,” King grumbled, leaning back in his chair as he rubbed his hands down his face.
“Well, after Ms. Josie put Carebear in the friend-zone, I knew I had my work cut out for me. That’s where Granny came in. I secretly told her the new plan, and she offered to help. So we flew to New Orleans, figuring I could kill two birds with one stone. See, it’s like this. Everyone here has their Betty, and they are popping out kids faster than I can keep up. Well, that got me thinking. I’m gonna need help to corral all these little Bettys when the time comes. I mean, I’ve got my boys and we’re strong, but we ain’t enough. So that’s when I started thinkin’ about expansion. Now, I could take the easy way and find new brothers, but the pickin’s are slim here and when I really thought about it, the answer was right in front of my face.”
“I know I’m gonna regret this, but what answer?” Gunner asked.
Cameron smiled wickedly and simply said, “I’m taking the Manly Club global.”
“He’s a fuckin’ genius,” Scribe said, gobsmacked as Henley gaped in wonder. “Carnage is ensuring ties to the Sons of Hell.”
“Exactly.” The brat nodded. “And the first step was getting Gator to Rosewood, but don’t y’all worry. I have a plan to get those two together and it’s a doozy!”
Everyone groaned.
The Wedding
Chapter Twenty-Nine
King
Sons of Hell clubhouse...
Walking down the stairs and stiffly adjusting my tie, I looked at my brothers, who were all smiling and waiting anxiously for the early morning pre-wedding show to begin, each holding varying models of cameras in their hands.
Fuckers were just asking for an ass beating.
Even the women had their cellphones at the ready.
I grimaced.
It had been a hell of a morning already and I just wanted this shit show over with fast. Grumbling, I said, “If you all know what’s good for you, I would put those cameras away. Bailey is in a fighting mood today.”
“When isn’t she?” My brother Gunner snickered as he snapped a picture of me.
I growled.
“What?” Gunner smiled unrepentantly. “This is going in the family album.”
