He laughs a manic laugh and leans closer to me. “Everything that happens in my club is my concern.”
“When it comes to our club, yeah it does. This, what you’re talking about, has nothing to do with you or this club.”
“That pussy is clouding your vision,” he hisses.
The urge to reach over and rip his black heart out of his chest is overwhelming. Instead, I lean back in my chair and grin. “You’re always so worried about my dick. Is it jealousy or do you want it?”
He stands up so quickly the chair smashes to the floor. He grabs me by the collar of my shirt and just before his fist connects with my face, Enzo rushes in.
“What the fuck is going on?” he yells, taking in the scene.
Brooks releases me and I straighten my shirt. “All good VP,” I state, never looking away from Brooks.
“Give us a minute,” Brooks says.
“Fucking hell,” he grumbles and walks out.
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Z. That’s not why I called you here. I think you and Harper are a good idea,” he says, lighting a smoke.
My uncle has never once wanted to do anything in my favor. Especially not something that could possibly make me happy. He’s fucking lying. “Bullshit.”
“No bullshit, Zane. I want you with Harper. I want you two as close as you used to be,” he says with a full smile.
He wants us together. He wants us close. As soon as I think it through, it hits me. “Oh fuck no.”
“Yes,” he simply says.
“I’m not going to put her in danger for you or anyone. I refuse to do it.” He’s lost his goddamn mind.
“Z, this is our way in. The only way in. You get close, she lets her guard down, and starts spilling secrets. We can finally get Kingsley out of here and take back what’s ours.”
I shake my head and scrub my face. He’s right. I fucking hate it, but he is. This would be the only way in. The only real way in. The fallout of it all, though, shit. Kingsley will kill Harper while I watch and then kill me. It’s a fucking horrible plan.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to even convince her to talk to me, never mind do all that,” I say, meaning every word. She’s not going to fall into my arms, grateful I want to start shit up again. She’s gonna fight it. Even if I do get her back into my bed, the odds of her telling me anything about her club, it’s about the same odds as me telling her.
Brooks gets up and slaps me on the back. “You’re always talking about how great your dick is. You’ll get her in bed and you’ll get her talking.”
“This isn’t going to happen overnight,” I say, blowing out a sigh.
“Don’t expect it to. We’ll lay low, make him think we’ve backed off. When he least expects it, we’ll make our move.”
I close my eyes and grab his arm when he tries to leave. “This can never blow back on her. He’ll slit her throat without a second thought. I won’t be the fucking reason she’s dead,” I whisper.
“It won’t,” he says.
I grip his arm tighter, letting him know how serious I am. “Brooks, please, as my uncle and my president, promise me.”
“I promise Zane,” he reiterates.
I rest my head in my hands after he leaves. I know we’ll vote on this. Nothing happens in this club without a vote. It’s like putting my personal life up for a vote. I fucking hate it, but I don’t see any other way. I get my shit together and leave, calling Kace on my way out.
“Hey,” he answers.
“Meet me at my house in ten,” I say and hang up.
I jump on my Harley and peel out of Souls. My head is all over the place. The good, the bad, the victory, the defeat. I need to think clearly and Kace is who I turn to. Kace or pussy, but pussy doesn’t usually give me answers. Not the ones I’m looking for anyway.
When I get to my house, Kace is already there. He gets off his bike and meets me. “Everything alright?”
“I have no idea, brother.”
We get inside and I tell him everything that happened with Brooks. He hasn’t said anything so we sit in silence.
“Shit,” he finally mumbles.
“Fuck, I know.”
He runs his hand over the scruff on his face. “I’m not gonna tell you what to do. It’s genius and it’s reckless.”
“You don’t need to tell me, brother. You fucking know it’s gonna be voted on and everyone is gonna be in. I can’t destroy her, Kace,” I plead.
“Z, if you do this, no matter what the outcome is, you’re gonna lose her. Kingsley will kill her or she’ll kill you,” he explains.
I blow out a breath and nod. “I’ll just have to make sure she kills me.”
“No, fuck this. I’m gonna vote against it. I’m finally back, finally know I’m not dying. I’m not gonna lose you over some bullshit idea. I know you love her, Z. You always have. But, it’s not worth your life or hers,” he says, pacing the floor.
“I thought you weren’t gonna tell me what to do,” I joke.
He flips me off and continues to pace. “I’m not telling you what to do. I’m telling you what I’m gonna do.”
“Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t need to be a unanimous vote. Not for something like this. I need you to vote it in,” I say, passing him a joint.
“Why?” He takes a hit of the joint, handing it back.
I grin and grab it. “Because even if only for a while, I’ll have Harper.”
“You’re a goddamn idiot, you know that right?” he asks with a laugh.
“I’m well aware.”
Later that night we are all around the table. Brooks is dragging it out, making it a point to keep it for last. I keep glancing at Kace and he nods. He knows how
