Chapter 9
Kara
I played it cool when I ran into Sophie. I didn’t want her to know asking her to meet my father was my idea. Mostly because I didn’t think she’d go for it if it was. But if it came from Tony, she might just do it.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, catching Sophie.
“Leaving.”
“What were you doing here?’
“Ask Tony.”
“I’m asking you.”
“Well, I don’t have to tell you shit. Sooner or later, they’ll figure out you’re in bed with the Blue Diablos and then—”
“I’m not in bed with the Blue Diablos. Where did you hear that? I’m in bed with the Crypt Keepers, and that’s a good thing because now they have the backs of the Midnight Saints. Who are you telling that I’m in bed with the Blue Diablos? Did you tell Tony that? Why would you say shit like that? I hate you, but I don’t go around spreading lies about you and try to deliberately hurt you, I just fucking ignore you. Don’t ever let me catch you spreading another lie about me or we’re going to have some serious problems. Now, get out of here, you’re not welcome here.”
I watched her get in her sports car and drive away.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought her here,” Tony said from behind me. I didn’t even know he was there, and his closeness surprised me. He was catching me at a vulnerable moment, dealing with someone who had been molded to be my fucking replacement. Maybe that was the reason I was noticing his blue eyes. “I guess I didn’t realize where her loyalties lie. It’s clear now, she’s got his back. She thinks he’s a fucking saint and you’re a fucking liar. Did you know she tried to tell me you’re in bed with the fucking Blue Diablos?”
“Yeah. What the hell were you thinking?” My bark didn’t have the usual bite to it. At least he got it now.
“I was thinking it was a good idea because it would piss you off, but clearly it wasn’t.”
Figured.
“She thinks she’s better than me because she dresses better and she’s getting her fucking law degree. But how is that going to do any good for this club? Me, I’m a biker chick, always have been, always will be. I loved Harleys when most girls loved horses. My whole body is covered in ink, and I look good in black leather. She’d make an ass of herself if she even tried to climb on the back of a bike.”
“And that’s your argument for why you have a claim and she doesn’t?” His mouth quirked up on one side. Hopefully, he was joking with me. Not that I was good with jokes. Never had been.
“What does it matter anyway? She doesn’t want it.”
“She could change her mind. You did.” I guess he couldn’t help but get that last jab in.
“Are we voting or what?” I demanded, detracting from whatever moment we were having. I didn’t need this right now.
“The vote was already cast. They want us to both lead together.”
“Together? How can we do that if we can’t even stand each other?”
“Well, I guess it’s time to get past that. Truce? For the good of the club?”
He held his hand out to me again. I hesitated, but eventually shook it.
“Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.”
“I’ll still never let your cock get near my pussy.”
“Right. Got it.”
A truce had been made and neither of us liked it much, but it was for the good of the club. The club had spoken, and who were we to deny them what they wanted? We both liked bikes, so that was a start, and tattoos. It wasn’t much to go on. But then we both cared about the club and the members in it, and that was what we would build our foundation on. That and our hatred and anger for Maxum. For now, at least that seemed to be enough.
As long as he chilled the fuck out.
Chapter 10
Tony
I went to the bar with Austin and Seth. Kara and Reagen headed off somewhere. I wouldn’t let Seth go after them. That put him in a foul mood, so after getting a drink in him, I challenged him to a game of pool. To make things fun, we bet a hundred bucks on the eight-ball. I let Seth break, since he needed to use it to get some aggression out. He managed to knock the number six ball in, so he was solids, I was stripes. He knocked the two in next.
I could tell with each ball he knocked in that he was starting to relax. He thought he had the game in the bag. He scratched after the four went in, and then it was my turn. “Nine in the center pocket,” I called out. I lined up my shot and fuck, I scratched. The cue ball went into the pocket, missing the nine completely.
“Oh, come on, Tony! Even a fucking noob could have hit that shot!” Austin yelled at me.
Seth studied the table methodically, then he lined up his cue stick and ball, and wham, the ball shot across the table, bounced off the edge, and knocked the three-ball into the pocket. He lined up his second shot and the one-ball sailed into the pocket. He only had five, seven, and the eight-ball left.
Fuck! I was going to lose this round.
“Best two out of three.”
“Fuck that, Tony, you sore loser,” Seth said as he shot the five-ball into another pocket. Then he scratched, but I could tell he did it on purpose. He was toying with me. Well, I still had a shot at winning this. I lined up the cue ball with the nine again and took my shot. Nine shot into the pocket. I lined it up with ten, determined to do it in
