“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, brother. Let this shit play out,” he says, standing. “You ready to go?”
I look over at Harper laughing with Ivy and smile. “No, but let's go anyway.” Before we leave, I grab Harper off the couch and kiss her. The urge to take her back into my bed is overwhelming, but I need to handle my business first. When I pull back
, her heated eyes say she’s thinking the same thing. “When I get home, I’m gonna make you scream my name,” I whisper, giving her one last quick kiss.
When Kace and I get to Souls, I tell him to wait. I go into the back where Brooks and Enzo are waiting for me. It’s ridiculous they are taking it to this extreme, but once I get the proof I need, Enzo better fucking apologize to me.
I push the door open and find them sitting at the table. I decide sitting down will probably give the impression I’m not on the defensive. Pulling out my chair, I sit and fold my hands on the table. “I’m sorry,” I say, looking at them both.
Brooks leans back in his chair and narrows his eyes at me. “That’s it?”
He’s purposely trying to get a reaction out of me, and I refuse to give it to him. “Listen, I know I’ve been out of line. I’m apologizing for it, which isn’t something easy for me to do. You are the president of this club and I will respect that. I let the situation with Harper get the best of me and took out my anger on everyone else. It won’t happen again.”
I will never say I was wrong because I wasn’t. He’s lucky I haven’t beaten the shit out of him for putting us in the situation to begin with. He stole the drugs which is why Kingsley allowed that strip club and why the Vegas Kings attacked our innocents. He started this war, not me. He wants this entire club to believe it’s because of me and Harper, but the wheels were already in motion before we got together. Once I have the answers, I’ll expose his lies and we’ll decide what needs to be done.
“You really need to get yourself under control, Z,” Enzo says.
I hold my hands up, showing I’ve given up. “You have my word.” I look between them. “Both of you do.”
They look at each other. Enzo nods and Brooks sighs with frustration. My uncle wants me as far away from all of this as possible. Too bad for him, I’ll never give in to his demands.
“Fine, but Z, if you pull this shit again, I will take a vote to have you sit out of decisions until I see fit to let you back.” He leans closer to me, his nostrils flaring. “Do you fucking understand?”
I smile and nod. “Couldn’t be clearer.”
He’s not gonna make this easy because I already want to punch that smug look off his face. But we need to get shit done and it won’t happen like this. He’ll get his.
“Z, go get everyone and tell them we need to figure out everything that happened with Thomas,” Enzo says.
I push through the door and Kace stands up. He walks over to me with questioning eyes. “It’s all good, brother,” I say, slapping his back. “They want to figure everything out, so we all need to be around the table.”
Once everyone is around the table, Brooks leans forward, folding his hands on the table. “We need to talk about our next move. Thomas gave us some vague information, but it’s enough for now.”
“We need to figure out where Dom’s girl lives,” Riley says.
“Agreed, we should start there,” I say.
“Who the fuck is his girl? I’ve never seen him with anyone,” Porter asks.
I was wondering the same thing. I’m pretty sure Harper will be able to give me that information, but I definitely won’t tell them that. “We’ll have to ask around,” I say.
Everyone agrees. We talk for a while taking guesses on who Dom could be fucking. We’re all laughing when Enzo clears his throat.
“We need to move on this guys. Without Dom, we’ll never find Kingsley,” he says.
“I feel like Kingsley is here, biding his time. He’s watching everything we do. He is definitely a piece of shit, but he’s not dumb,” I say.
Kace rubs the back of his neck and looks around. “I agree with, Z. There’s no way he’s hiding across the country. He’s laying low, planning his next move.”
“Fuck,” Alex whispers.
“Maybe he’s with Dom at the chick’s house,” Riley suggests.
“Or maybe he’s picking up another shipment,” Porter says.
“Maybe he’s not even fucking hiding, we just aren’t paying attention,” Kace growls.
They are all possibilities. We have no idea what is going on and that is dangerous.