“I don’t want to see him,” I say. “But he’ll make my life hell if I don’t go.”
He laughs sarcastically. “He’s already making your life hell. You’ve come to a point now where your choice is hell or death. I’ve given you a third option. Don’t fuck it up for the sake of a visit.”
He’s so close, I can smell the bourbon on his breath. His eyes fall to my breasts and I’m very aware of my nakedness and the fact that my chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate. “I’m offering you your life back. One for you and Malia. It doesn’t include Reggie. If that’s not what you want, then say it now before I go into church and plan his downfall.”
I swallow and his eyes move to my throat. “Church?” I whisper. “You go to church?”
His mouth comes closer and I hold my breath in anticipation of a kiss. Oh god, I want him to kiss me so badly.
“It’s not that kind of church, darlin’. Put some fucking clothes on before you go back in there or I’ll end up killing my own brothers.” His eyes sweep over me one last time and then he’s gone. The door slams closed, and I release the breath I’m holding.
Chapter Twelve
Riggs
I wait for my brothers to settle around the large oak table. Cree sits to my left and Chains to my right. My VP and Enforcer want Reggie’s blood, but it’s a decision we have to make as a club. When everyone is seated, I bang the gavel on the table and silence falls across the room. “You all know why we’re here. The Windsor is a fucking mess. I went to see Pinky earlier today, and she escaped with cuts and bruises, but fuck is she mad.”
“She’s a tough bird,” says Trucker, and we all nod in agreement.
“Damn right,” I say. “She was cleaning up when I was there, determined to open up again as soon as.”
“But that’s not the point,” snaps Cree. “Reggie can’t get away with this. It’s a direct hit to the club, and if we don’t act, then we look weak.”
“Pres, is this girl really worth it?” asks Rock and all eyes turn to him and then come back to me, waiting to see my reaction.
I tap my fingers on the table. “Reggie is using Anna to start the war. It’s an excuse. From what I hear, he’s got a new piece of ass living with him. Reggie would have begun the war with or without Anna being involved. He tried to get Marshall Ankers to take his business over the tracks. Marshall is one of our biggest dealers. If he took his supply from the docks, it would have an impact on our income.”
“Are you claiming Anna?” asks Blade.
“Why all the fucking questions about Anna?” I snap. “This is about Reggie. I’m paying him a visit. Going to his side of the tracks to let him know we aren’t scared. Everyone who’s in, say I.” I look around the table and one by one the brothers vote. Once I have everyone’s vote, I bang the gavel to mark the end of church. Looks like I’m paying that motherfucker a visit.
We pour out of church and Bonnie’s waiting for me. I try to hide my annoyance. “I don’t have time now, Bonnie. We’ll talk tonight.”
“That’s what you’ve been saying for the last few nights, and each time you fall to sleep. I want clarity. I need to know what you want,” she snaps.
I nod and give her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Later.” Anna watches us from her seat on the couch, too far away to hear what was said. As I pass her, she makes eye contact.
“Did you come up with a plan?”
“Club business, sorry.”
“It involves me,” she says, looking puzzled.
“It involves your husband. I don’t know if you plan on telling him what’s going on,” I say, and the moment the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I know she’d never tell Reggie anything, and the hurt shows on her face. She holds out her cell to me. “I don’t want that,” I mutter.
“Take it. No one calls me on it anyway apart from him. Take it and you’ll see that I never respond to him. He texts me every day and I never respond.”
I take her cell, not because I don’t trust her but because I want to see what the messages say that he sends her. I tuck it into my back pocket. “I have to go. I didn’t mean that. I trust you,” I add, but she doesn’t reply.
I kick the stand down on my bike and look back as my brothers park up behind me. I pull out Anna’s cell and check through the messages while I wait for the brothers to gather. There are messages from Reggie, mainly asking her to answer his calls, but Anna was right, she didn’t reply to him.
Reggie’s hangout is a casino. We cross the street, and as we get closer to the doorway of The Casino, one of the security team steps forward. He takes one look at the patch on my kutte and shakes his head. I don’t give him a chance to speak before my fist connects with his face, then I grip his head and pull his face down to connect with my knee. He falls to the ground and I head inside, leaving one of my guys to take care of him.
It’s still early, so the place isn’t busy. I know exactly where Reggie will be because we’ve met here before. He looks up from his cell as we approach. He smiles wide and relaxes back in his chair. “Who knew you had so many friends,” he quips.
I sit down in the chair opposite
