She watched him climb on the back of his bike as they drove away.
“Everything will be back to normal in no time,” Sophia said, drawing her attention away from the window.
“One thing you’ve got to learn, honey, being an old lady you’ve got to get used to club business. Isn’t that right, girls?” Tate asked.
They all hummed in agreement.
“You can either be part of it and get your man to share everything, or you can pretend it doesn’t exist.” Tate kept talking, distracting her.
“Lash tells me what I need to know. I love him. The Skulls is his business,” Angel said.
“I, on the other hand, demand to know everything from Murphy.”
“Same here. Nash is not keeping anything from me,” Sophia said.
“He kind of has to. Tiny is still making him pee in cups,” Tate pointed out.
“Yeah, and has he failed any tests? No, because I keep him part of my business.”
The girls talked between themselves, and Kelsey thought about Killer. She wondered what was more important than taking her home? Did she want to know about club business?
Rubbing her temples, she knew deep down, she didn’t care about any business as long as Killer was with her, in her arms for the rest of their lives.
****
Entering the clubhouse, Killer stared around at his fellow brothers. They were all waiting for him. Michael along with two of his guards sat on chairs in the center of the room. He knew since leaving Paradise Rocks that The Skulls had dealt with the mess of the dead bodies including the men doing the trafficking.
Alex held a file in his hands. Killer already knew what it contained. Details, pictures, reports linking Michael to the trafficking organization. This was only one area. They all knew trafficking went far beyond the rich businessman in front of him.
“Tate taking care of your woman?” Murphy asked.
“Yeah, she’s on her way back to her apartment.” Killer glanced toward Tiny, who simply looked back at him.
“He’s all yours.”
Grabbing a chair, he straddled it looking at Michael. “Don’t talk. We know who you are. We also know how you started up and how the trafficking business fell into your hands.” Killer wished he could hate the other man. Everything he learned about Michael, he knew the other man cared about Kelsey to a point, trying to keep her safe even as he put her in danger. Still, there was no love, and he’d used her to get what he wanted. “We’ve got the proof of your involvement.” Alex stepped forward, opening the file giving Michael time to see. “You owe us. Right now you can get out of the trafficking business. Give us the details of the women taken and become an informant for the law.”
The Skulls didn’t want anything to do with the slave trade. Tiny had two daughters, not to mention all of the women in their lives. There was no way they’d ever support that kind of business.
“You also divorce Kelsey and stay the fuck out of her life.”
“If I don’t do either?” Michael asked, after being given permission to talk.
“We’ve got everything we need to get rid of you. You either do as we ask, or you leave, but we’ll get our way.”
“You got the law on your hands?”
“My woman has,” Tiny said, speaking up. “Her father knows men who can land you right in shit. I think you’d make some big guy’s bitch in jail. Your ass will be really nice and open by the time they are done with you.”
The threat was clear.
Michael smiled. “You don’t think I’ve got the same information on you? A lot of people have died because of you.”
Killer stood up, taking a step back.
“The difference between us is we’ve got men on the inside. The Skulls are far and wide. Some of our members are in prison, fuck-head,” Zero said. “You wouldn’t last five minutes whereas we’d have a very comfortable stay. Our only worries would be getting too comfortable.”
The other members laughed. Killer saw the humor even though he didn’t want to test it. Kelsey was his woman, and he didn’t want to leave her for a cell.
“Sir, I think you should consider it. They’re giving you an out.” One of his guards started talking.
For several minutes silence fell on the room. Killer waited for his answer.
After some time passed, Michael finally nodded. Alex left the room starting to make arrangements. The divorce papers were already set up. Tate had given them to him earlier. Her lawyer friend had drawn them up.
Michael sighed, letting gout a breath. “You better treat her with care.”
“She’ll want for nothing,” Killer said. He handed the papers back to Tiny, promising to deal with them.