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  “It’s not gonna be like that! I’m not gonna run the club the way Cash did! Fuck!” I roar, shoving to my feet and heading for the door. She stresses me the fuck out. I slam the door and sit on the porch swing trying to calm the rage inside of me when she comes out.

  “I understand you aren’t him, Greyson. You never were like him, but this is my life.”

  “I get it, Mom, I do but I want you around. I want you there. They are family just like you are. The older guys are out, well most of them anyway. The rest of them look up to you, respect you. You know that much.”

  “I do miss Psycho’s goofy ass,” she mumbles before sitting next to me.

  “He’s not good right now. Cash took him off his meds and refused to let him take them,” I inform her. She curses under her breath before grabbing my hand in hers.

  “We’ll get him better. I promise that much.”

  “What does that mean?” I turn my head to look at her and I see the sparkle in her eyes that she once had. The one not even Cash could burn out.

  “It means, fuck, you are a pain in my ass. I’ll come back. Just because you asked me to and you are letting me decorate my own room,” she says, earning a grin from me.

  “I never agreed to that shit.”

  “Yeah, you did. You just didn’t know it. I love you, Greyson. If this is what you really want, I’ll do it.”

  “I don’t want you doin’ it just for me. If this truly isn’t what you want, then don’t do it.”

  “I miss having that family, that bond. I miss the guys and I sure as hell miss you. I think this is a win-win for both of us,” she admits, making my heart flutter in my chest. I’ve missed her too. That’s not even something I could lie about. Once she left the club, I felt lost. I threw myself into the club just for that reason alone.

  “I’m glad. The guys will be glad. Oh, you know Winston stayed, yeah?” She rolls her eyes as I tease her. Winston has to be the oldest brother we still have in the club. Walks with a cane when not in a wheelchair, huffing from his oxygen tank, but the son of a bitch shows up for everything club related.

  “Are you really trying to hook me up with a man who could be my dad?” She wrinkles her nose. I can’t stop smiling. I’ve missed this with her.

  “Nah. You got a man. Which by the way, I know shit about. Who is he?” I ask. She keeps our hands intertwined like when I was a kid. That alone makes me smile.

  “His name is Jeff. He’s a mechanic.”

  “Work on bikes?”

  “A few. Not like you though.”

  “He lookin’ for work?” She rolls her eyes.

  “He doesn’t want to be in the club, Greyson.”

  “I wasn’t offerin’ him a patch, Mom. I was askin’ about a job. I told you I’m makin’ the club better. Preacher and I were lookin’ at a garage not long ago between the two of us but now it might come down to a club thing,” I inform her. Her lips curl into a smile as she shakes her head.

  “I think I’m going to like being around again, but I want to know more about this girl.”

  “Silla?” She nods. “She’s somethin’ else. She wasn’t what I expected her to be,” I admit to her.

  “The good ones never are.”

  “What I do know is I’m not letting her go.”

  “You care that much? Has she made that much of an impression on you?”

  “She’s done more than that, Mom. I don’t know but when I’m with her, I feel like everything else is complete.”

  “You love her,” she says with a shrug.

  “I don’t know her that well.”

  “Doesn’t mean shit and we both know it.”

  “Probably right.”

  “I think she is.” We both turn and look as Silla comes out the door.

  “You think so?”

  “Yeah, I do. Because I feel the same way you do.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  I grunt as I thrust into Silla, her hips in my hands. After what she said at my mom’s, I couldn’t think straight. I had to be inside of her, deep inside of her. I didn’t even make it to the fucking room when we got back. Right now, I have her bent over the pool table in the main room, taking her like a goddamn madman.

  “Fuck, Silla.”

  “Harder,” she pants as I fuck her into the table. No one was in here when we got back and the way her ass looked swaying in front of me gave me the answer I needed. Now she pants and moans as I fuck her harder. Sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes and I welcome the burn. Small drops fall onto Silla’s back and the thought of leaning down and sucking them off her hits me, but I’m too lost in the feel of her to even try. I grunt as I hit her deeper. Her pussy clenches, holding me in as I explode inside of her.

  “Jesus,” I hiss as my cock feels like it was a loaded gun finally being fired. My muscles spasm, my abs clenching as she milks me for all I have. When I pull out of her and grab my jeans, the door opens, and the guys come strolling in. Silla doesn’t give a shit. She looks over and drops her head back on the table catching her breath.

  “Why do I always miss the live porn?” Freak asks with a smirk on his face, watching my cum run down Silla’s parted thighs.

  “Keep lookin’ at her like that and I will cut your fuckin’ eyes out,” I growl.

  “Fuck off, Grave. She’s spread wide open and drippin’, brother. I’m lookin’.” Freak flips me off as he strolls to the bar with his eyes still on her pussy. Asshole. I grab her up and haul her against me, reaching for her shorts, pushing them into her arms.

  “Get dressed before I have to kill one of my best friends,” I tell her. She giggles but doesn’t put the clothes on. Instead, she climbs on the pool table and lays back down.

  “Let them look. They will never get a piece of this,” she says, slipping her hand down her stomach and between her legs. She coats her fingers with my cum and slowly begins to massage her still sensitive clit. Her back arches, her legs widen, and fuck if I’m not hypnotized by her.

  “Fuck,” Psycho hisses, pulling his cock from his jeans. I should get pissed he’s about to jerk off to my woman playing with herself but I’m too lost in her to even give a shit right now. The way she touches herself, biting her lip while staring me in the eye like it’s all a challenge.

  “Fuck me. I’m gonna have to rub one out in the shower,” Freak says, watching her with wide eyes. The thought of snapping his neck has crossed my mind but the more she toys with herself, the more I can’t look away. When she starts panting, her eyes dilated, I know she’s close.

  “Do it, Silla. Show them how you fuckin’ come for me,” I rumble. Her chest rises and falls just as she screams my name. It isn’t Grave this time. No, she screams Greyson and my whole body tingles as she comes all over the pool table.

  “That’s now my favorite table,” Preacher adds, throwing back the rest of his drink. Psycho jerks off into his hand, grunting and groaning as he does. Silla drops her hand and falls back onto the table catching her breath.

  “Who the hell knew I’d come home to a show today?” Freak adds, heading down the hallway with a hard-on from hell. I can tell by the way he’s walking right now.

  “You gonna entertain my boys all day or what?” I ask her. She smirks and climbs off the table, grabbing her clothes but not bothering to put them back on as she sways her ass down the hall. I shake my head and curse under my breath, but I follow along behind her. It’s strange when she doesn’t stop at my door. She keeps going to the end of the hallway and opens the last door marked President. When I step in, I’m taken back. Silla moves through the room which is basically a bigger version of my old room with ease, but I stand here, looking around as if this can’t be real.

  “You okay?” she asks. I nod my head and watch her walk to the bathroom. It’s consuming. It’s almost like his ghost is still here haunting the fuck out of me. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be comfortable in his fucking room. Instead of trying, I turn and head back out and into the main room. Flashes of that night
break through as I look around. There are still bullet holes in the wall from the ambush. He never repaired them, almost as if the sick fuck wanted to remember what he did to me that night. My eyes move over the walls and finally to the floor. At least he had the decency to clean up the blood that pooled there.

  “Still bothers you, huh?” Freak asks, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

  “There’s a lot of shit still bothering me about that night. I just can’t believe it was all true, you know?”

  “No one could. He tore this place apart that night, made everyone leave. The next week he was partyin’ like it was the best thing in the goddamn world. Psycho lost his shit. He stayed in his room for almost two weeks. Preacher was lost but wouldn’t accept you were gone,” he says. I turn to look at him.

  “And you?”

  “You’re my best friend, Grave. The four of us have been since we were fuckin’ born. Even tryin’ to think about movin’ on without you tore me the fuck up, brother. You’ve had my back through everything and then you were just gone, man. I wanted answers. I wanted to know who the fuck raided us and pulled the goddamn trigger, but I knew somethin’ was off when Cash didn’t make any calls. We never retaliated. We never got revenge, and that isn’t who we are as Royal Devils.”

  “You felt it was off,” I say.

  “I knew it was. Somethin’ wasn’t right but I couldn’t figure it out. When I heard Cash talkin’ about the hit on your mom, that was it. I reached out to Mystic in hopes you would too if you were still out there somewhere. I wasn’t ready to accept you were gone, man.” Fuck. Emotions run deep between me, Preacher, Freak, and Psycho. We were the four fucking amigos when we were kids. Preacher was smarter than the rest of us which is why he was voted in as VP over the older guys. Cash knew what he had in him.

  “I was lost, Freak. I didn’t know where to turn. I just tried to take it day by day and think, but fuck. Who wants to think their own dad pulled the fuckin’ trigger, yeah?”

  “Heard that brother. That had to be hard to come to realize.”

  “It was and it wasn’t. I’d always known Cash didn’t want me around, yeah? But to go the lengths he did?”

  “That when you found her?” I nod.

  “She was beat to fuck, shot in the side. I woke up in that hospital alone and I couldn’t picture doin’ that to her.” Her sniffles pull my attention. I turn around and she leaps into my arms, burying her face in my neck.

  “I love you, Grave.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “This is where it happened?” she asks when she pulls back.

  “We didn’t know it was him at the time,” Freak adds.

  “Why would you even think it? He was the president. You had no idea what was in his twisted mind,” Silla adds, keeping her body wrapped around mine.

  “That’s the thing though. We should have. When he didn’t make a move to find out who did this shit, we should have all realized somethin’ was off.” The anger in Freak’s tone tells me just how much he cares but this isn’t on him.

  “You did what you were ordered to do like a good goddamn soldier,” I remind him.

  “Yeah, well. That shit still has me fucked up.”

  “Don’t let it. You got this. We’ve fuckin’ got this. This is our club now, Freak. We’re gonna make the changes and then move forward.”

  “Goddamn right we are,” Preacher adds as he strolls toward us.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  My knee bounces up and down as I sit behind the desk in the office. All his shit. His paperwork, his bullshit lies sit in piles around me. I wish I could burn it all and start fresh, but I can’t. Regardless of what I want to do, this is my role now and I need to get that shit right in my head.

  “Can you stop that shit,” Psycho hisses, his eyes wilder than normal today.

  “Fuck you. I’m sick of waitin’,” I add.

  “Yeah, well you’re fuckin’ with my head, brother.”

  “Your head is already fucked,” Preacher reminds him. Psycho flips him off, but I see the ghost of a smile on his face.

  “All of you fuck off. This is stressful as hell. We need to get a new doc in here and we can’t use Silla until this shit is cleared up. So all of you shut the hell up!” Freak snaps but after a second, all four of us laugh. We know tensions are high right now and we know there’s a lot riding on the line, but we still have to find our sense of humor. If we don’t, we lose. And that isn’t an option.

  “Been a long time since we all sat around like this,” I say, looking between my brothers.

  “Sure as fuck has. Far too long. You remember we used to kick back all the time, just drinkin’ and fuckin’,” Freak says.

  “Those were the days, yeah?” Preacher adds.

  “Shit changes. It always changes” That came from Psycho. We know things in his head change daily. We never know what side of him we’re going to get, and I think to a point that scares him too.

  “My mom’s comin’ back when this has been handled,” I tell them. Psycho’s head pops up when he hears that. She was the only mom he ever really had.

  “She is?”

  “Yeah. Bringin’ her new boyfriend along too,” I chuckle.

  “No shit?” I shake my head.

  “Some guy named Jeff. Get this, guy’s a mechanic. We talked about openin’ the garage, yeah? Now might be the time to bring it to the table.”

  “Hell yeah. He any good?” Preacher asks.

  “Don’t know. I never met the guy, but she seems to think pretty highly of him.”

  “That’s good. Glad she’s movin’ on with her life,” Freak says.

  “She ain’t until I can call off the hitman.” Just as I say the words, the phone on the desk rings. We all share a glance before I answer it.

  “I hear there is a new president and congratulations are in order,” the man says into the line.

  “Jordan Prescott.” I say his name not giving a shit if he’s the head of the goddamn world anymore. He’s just as shady as Cash was from what Silla has told me.

  “What do I owe the honor of your call?” he asks, pissing me off further.

  “I heard if I needed a hitman you were the guy to contact. So, I contacted.”

  “Don’t you use your own men?”

  “At times. This is different. Personal.”

  “How so?”

  “My dad ordered a hit on my mom. No one can seem to place the goddamn hitman who was after her. So here I am lookin’ to hire a hitman to kill a hitman. Makes sense, yeah?” The guys all look at me wondering how this is going to play out, and I sure as hell don’t have an answer for them.

  “Is that right? That’s one that hasn’t crossed my table in a very long time. Hitmen are their own breed, Grave.”

  “As I’m well aware. I was also told you have a good one on your team. Your own daughter. If anyone can get close to a man, I’d say it’s a woman,” I add, hoping he takes the bait.

  “Well, I will have to apologize in advance then. My daughter, may God rest her soul, is no longer with us.” Lying piece of shit bastard. He is just like Cash. He tried to have her killed.

  “Damn. Sorry about that man.”

  “It happens in this lifestyle as you very well know.”

  “I do know that. I don’t want a man though, Prescott.”

  “Unfortunately, female hitmen are hard to come by. I can pass alon-” I don’t let him finish as I hang up the phone. I swallow hard before looking around the room. The guys are pissed. Maybe as much as I am. They know how much Silla has grown to mean to me.

  “You love her?”

  “What fuckin’ difference does that make?” I snap loudly.

  “Answer the fuckin’ question, Grave!” Preacher roars, standing to his feet.

  “Yeah. I fuckin’ love her, okay?” He nods his heads.

  “Good. Then we got your back on this.” Swallowing hard, I have to tell Silla that her dad is the one who hired someone to come after her. I don’t know how
she’s going to take it, how she will react, but I have to tell her.

  “I’m goin’ to talk to Silla,” I tell them, shoving out of my chair and leaving the office. I’m nearly down the hallway when I see her come out of the room.

  “We need to talk.”

  “He called back?” I nod my head when a sad look crosses her face. “It was him, wasn’t it?”

  “I’m sorry, baby. I know how that feels,” I remind her.

  “I don’t feel anything, really. I always knew he would get pissed eventually with my threats, but this? I didn’t think he would go this far.” I grab her and pull her into my arms, kissing the top of her head.

  “Fuck him. You don’t need him.”

  “I know but I also want to make sure he doesn’t do any of this again. He’s destroying people who I have come to care about over the years and I’m not going to let that happen.” There she is. My spitfire. I pull back so I look at her and the smile crossing my face mimics the one on hers.

  “We gonna do this, babe?”

  “No. I don’t want to go back there ever again. I have people.” She smirks and pulls out of my arms. I watch her ass as it sways, heading down the hallway and straight into the office. I follow behind her and take a seat on the couch, watching her sit in the chair and type on the computer.

  “She’s takin’ it well,” Preacher whispers.

  “Far better than I did.”

  “She doesn’t even look pissed,” Freak adds.

  “I’m not pissed. I’m about to bring his whole empire to the ground.” Her fingers move angrily over the keys as we all share a glance. Yeah. I fucking love this girl.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “What the fuck does that mean?” I roar into the phone. My anger is warranted. It’s been over a month since my chat with Prescott and now this.

  “It means there was never a fuckin’ person assigned to your mom,” Mystic tells me once more.

  “I’ve had her ass in hidin’ for months, Mystic! Months!”

  “I know man. I’m sorry but there is nothin’ there.”