“Did you do this?” Snake’s cold eyes burned into mine.
“You did this,” I told him, “by sending him into my territory. Hopefully, you learn a lesson, because if it happens again, we’re going to have a serious problem.”
“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” Snake asked, chuckling. “The man that led a once-feared motorcycle club into passivism?”
God, I want to punch him in the mouth. “Make no mistake, Snake,” I said, my voice taking on an eerily calm quality that usually came before I completely lost my shit.
The smug expression disappeared from Snake’s face. He knew me well enough to recognize that I was being pushed too far.
“I don’t want any violence or crime associated with the club, but I’m no saint and I will do what I have to do to defend our territory.”
“You’re a real pain in the ass, Bones.”
“I’m not the one who can’t seem to respect boundaries. I have honor.”
“You and your honor.” Snake rolled his eyes. “It’s overrated.”
I could tell we weren’t going to resolve anything like this; we were talking in circles. “Keep your damn drugs out of Holbeck,” I said, turning away and getting back on my bike. I was on edge, presenting my back to Snake, but I wanted to show him I had nothing to fear from him, even if it wasn’t true.
I left, feeling like I didn’t accomplish a damn thing. All I knew was the anger and I was so sick damn sick of being betrayed.