Chaos clears his throat, seemingly a bit pale at my question. The fuck did she say to him anyhow? Or rather, did he say some shit to her that would piss me off?
“She mentioned you, yeah,” he mumbles.
“That right?”
He nods.Tight lipped bastard.
“Good.” My mouth curls into a pleased smirk. The old man knows that she’s mine and if she was speaking of me to him then that’s all I care about. “Now, has anyone heard from Vike?” That’s the real issue at hand, my brother who decided to disappear without clueing any of us the fuck in. I get it he’s pissed, and the club had my back over his, but he was in the wrong. They’d have knocked me the fuck out too if I’d been the one screwing up. Regardless, he could send at least one motherfucker a text to let us know he’s alive and when he plans on returning to assume his responsibilities once more.
Night nods. “Actually, I have.”
Thank Christ. Why am I not surprised it was him to hear from my blood brother though? Am I salty? Maybe a touch.
“And?” We all look to him, to fill us in. I know every one of us is curious how our Prez is holding up and when in the fuck he’ll come home.
His huge palm runs over his face, moving to stroke his beard as he speaks. “He’s still not one hundred.”
“Motherfucker,” Blaze grumbles, obviously worried about his cousin and the fact that he’s alone. Yes, Viking’s a big, bad motherfucker, but he’s also our family and we have many enemies who’d relish in catching him that vulnerable.
“But,” Nightmare holds his palm up to stop the onslaught of frustrated comments from the brothers. “He has a fuckin’ plan.”
I think we all sit back in our seats and release a relieved breath.
“He’s on his way home.”
Definitely released a breath at that one.
Sinner shakes his head. “And then what? Coming home is only one foot in the direction he needs to be.”
“I fuckin’ know that,” Nightmare scowls. “If you’d all give me two fuckin’ minutes to talk, I’d tell you.”
Sinner crosses his arms over his chest as Saint inclines in his direction. Torch glowers at Night, a touch of possessiveness and jealousy floating between my brothers’ two best friends.
“He’s on his way home,” he begins again and this time we all hold our comments back. Smokey takes a long pull from his cigarette while Mercenary holds his rocks glass in what seems to be a death grip. He must be torn; having finally been sent to a club not full of pussies to be dealing with the first upset inside club doors. “And, he’s comin’ for his ol’ lady. Seems he’s still fucked in his head a bit, but he’s done losing his wife. Vike’s had his fill of letting shit get to him. He’s given it time as suggested, drinking and riding it out of his system. Says it’s time to leave it with the wind and get back to where he belongs.”
“Fucking-fuckity-fuck!” Blaze yanks at his hair. He’s always the protector—the henchman and dog to my brother and father.
“Glad he’s making peace with it,” Chaos comments and I agree wholeheartedly. While I love being VP for the Oath Keepers, I damn sure don’t want to be the Prez. Maybe someday if Viking wants to retire to the road and the brothers vote me in to the spot, but not anytime soon.
“Did he say what day he’d be getting in?” Smokey asks on an exhale, clouding the room further in smoke.
“Tomorrow.”
My eyes lock with Torch’s, our Death Dealer. No doubt we’re both thinking it’ll be a shit show when Princess finally sees my brother. “He needs to take that shit to his house. We’ve been holding it together with him not being here with us, but he and his ol’ lady need to hash that fight out between the two of them, privately.”
“Agreed.” Torch nods. At least he has my back on this. I’m sure he’s feeling a touch pissed off about not being contacted by my brother as well. If Viking had any sense of the loyalty, he pulls from this club he’d have sent a group text to all of us so none of us felt like a leftover, sour pussy.
Flicking my gaze to Blaze next, I order, “You’ll be at the house. Stay out of it, but don’t let them hurt each other. You know as well as any of us, that those two pissed off means heads will roll double time. They can scream and throw shit until they can’t lift their arms or their voices dry up, but for fuck’s sake don’t let Princess shoot his stubborn ass and don’t let him leave her dramatic ass for good. Be on your game, Blaze. P hits quicker than she speaks, and Viking won’t put up with it for too long. They’ll both regret it for the rest of their lives; their bond is too deep to break. Hell, this club wouldn’t fully recover if something happened to the two of them.”
He nods, blowing out a long breath. I wouldn’t be excited with the task either. He’ll most likely get his ass chewed and shit thrown at him just for being in the same place as those two stubborn asses.
“We can help them through this; we have to, and without them knowing anything about it.”
The brothers each murmur their agreement.
“Anything else?” No one voices shit, so I slam the gavel down. “I think I speak for everyone when I say we could use a few shots after this discussion. Now, get the fuck out.” I also want to go check on Cherry, but that’s no one’s business but my own.
“I need to know something.” I grumble when I finally hunt the sexy female down. She was supposed to be taking it easy. Instead, Cherry was busy making all these assholes—me included—a small feast for dinner. It’s hard to be irritated when the food smells so damn good and when her ass looks like it does. Jesus, this woman will be my end.