Ignoring her pleas, I squeeze her throat tighter to make my point even clearer. “If I ever hear that you’ve said that shit to anyone else, I will find you. When I do, I’ll bury your ass. Do you understand me?”
She does her best to nod, barely choking out the word yes. When I feel that she gets me, I let go of her throat and walk away, doing my best to shake off my own shame. I’ve got to get away from here before I do something I’m gonna regret; something that’ll cause Jenna even more pain, and God knows she’s been through enough of that.
I stomp out of my room and head straight to the common room, hoping a drink can wash away my anger. I step up to the bar and shout at the prospect handing out drinks. “I want a bottle of Jack and a glass.”
Before he can even get my much needed bottle to me, Pop comes up and tells me that he needs to talk. I abandon my drink and follow him to the office, only to see that Chipper’s sitting on the couch, looking pissed as hell. I look towards Pop and ask, “What’s up?”
He motions towards Chipper and replies, “He refuses to go back to Mateland. Says he has to stay around here to take care of his wife.”
Thinking back on how pale Mindy looked earlier, I agree. “I don’t blame him. Everyone knows that Mindy hasn’t been feeling great here lately. She doesn’t need to be alone right now.”
“The stray he brought home last time he was in Mateland could take care of her. It’s not like she’s doing much else,” he growls out.
Hearing Pop call Jenna a stray sends my already simmering anger to its boiling point. “She’s not a fucking stray! She’s a kid.”
“If you had your way, she’d have been sent back by now,” Chipper says as he jumps up and gets in Pop’s face. “What the fuck happened to you? When did you get to the point that you don’t even care about an abused kid? When did you get so damn cold?”
Pop snarls at him. “I got enough to deal with without dealing with her shit too.”
“How many times have I told you to let me deal with it? Let me kill the motherfucker,” Chipper shouts. “I promise that not one fucking soul will be able to track it back to you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I shout, trying to gain their attention. “I thought you said you put a bullet in Rig.”
Pop and Chipper turn to look at me. Both of them seem shocked that I’m standing here, so caught up in their argument that they forgot I was in the room. “Again, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” Pop answers.
I raise a brow. “Didn’t sound like nothing to me?”
“Yeah, nothing,” Chipper mumbles as he sits back down.
Pop ignores him and walks over to his safe. He pulls out a few stacks of cash; at least ten grand. He walks over to me and pushes it towards me. “I want you to go Mateland. Get their shit straight and set someone up to run the club. Killer will remain president, but someone else will hold the power. Make sure whoever you pick can keep their ass out of trouble and their nose clean.”
I shake my head and motion towards the money. “What the hell’s that for?”
Pop pulls in a deep breath then looks towards Chipper. Finally, he replies, “It’s gonna take some cash to get them out of this mess. I’m not sure how much, but I know that’s just a drop in the bucket. I’ll send more in a few weeks, but I don’t want you carrying too much with you when you first get there.”
I finally take the money, wondering what in the fuck I’m getting into. “When do you want me to leave, and how long do you want me to stay.”
“You leave tonight, and you stay until you get their shit straight.”
Chipper gets up and walks towards me. He places his hand on my shoulder and leans close to me. “Be prepared, brother. There’s some serious shit going on inside that club.”
With that, he walks out of Pop’s office. I look towards Pop and start to question him, but stop when I realize that I’m not going to get any straight answers from him. He’s so far up his own ass, there’s no point in trying to set him straight. Where Killer is concerned, Pop’s ain’t going to tell me shit, so I decide to find the prospect that Chipper brought back from Mateland and get some intel on my own.
It takes me a few minutes to find Reese. When I do, I see that he’s helping his daughter open up all of her plastic eggs. I look around, wondering where his old lady is off to, but naturally she’s not anywhere in sight. Knowing that slut, she’s probably spreading her legs for one of the members’ right this very moment, while her baby girl is having the time of her life playing with little plastic eggs. Bitch. Members don’t fuck other member’s old ladies, but prospect’s old ladies are fair game. Well, only when they’re down with it. Reese’s woman, Roxy, is always up for a roll.