He makes a movement with his hand and the gate slides back slowly, allowing us to enter. Once Skull, Torch, and Beast have entered and shut off their bikes, Dancer and Diesel follow suit while the rest of us fall in line behind them. Silence reigns for a few minutes as everyone sizes each other up. I watch as Skull gets off his bike.
“Do we talk here?” Skull asks, his voice hoarse. He’s hurting. Skull is a hard son of a bitch, but he cares about his men and he, Sabre, and Briar have fought many a war together.
“Are we going to talk or did you come here to shoot first and ask questions later?” Tucker asks.
“Talk, but if your answers are shit, one of us isn’t getting out of this alive,” Skull says as if he doesn’t give a fuck which way it goes.
“You and two others, only,” Tucker orders.
“And who will be with you?”
“Only Granger,” Tucker says, naming his VP.
The move is strange, and you can tell the rest of the Saints aren’t happy with the decision. I’m sensing some undercurrents and my gut tells me there’s something bigger going on here. I trust my gut. It’s kept me alive this long.
Skull tells Dancer and Beast something and then he, Diesel, and Torch walk inside. It doesn’t surprise me he takes Diesel in with him, nor that he leaves Dancer outside without a word to his other men. The main officers in our club are Skull, then Torch is the Vice President, Beast is our enforcer, and the other members of standing are Sabre and Briar…which leaves us fucking short of some good men. This whole thing is messed up as hell. I look behind me and see Keys staring at me. He’s got a look on his face I don’t like. I wish like fuck he hadn’t seen Bree this morning. I have no idea how I’m going to contain him.
At the thought of Bree, I instantly remember this morning. Not that it has really left my mind since it happened. It’s a foregone conclusion now that I’m claiming her. I’m just wondering how long I have with her before either her grandfather or Skull demand my blood. The reasons to leave her alone are staggering, but there’s only one I’m listening to. She’s mine. I never believed in fate, but the minute I saw her walk through the door at the club, I knew. It doesn’t matter that it’s only been days, it doesn’t matter that I’m way too old for her. She’s mine. Maybe it is fate. Maybe Bree is my destiny. I’ve always known fate has a twisted sense of humor. Bree is all wrong for me, but nothing else has ever felt so right, and I can’t think past that right now. I’m not even going to try.
Chapter Thirty
Bree
Okay, I know I’m pushing it. I stayed out for about an hour going to the grocery store and buying some things to clean up Jax’s apartment. I kept looking over my shoulder. More concerned my grandfather would find me than anything. I know Jax told me to stay here, but really, I just went to the store; there’s not much harm in that. I stayed in the public eye the whole time. Men just tend to over react to things. Though, if I wanted to be honest, I like that Jax worries about me.
I’m getting a little worried. He’s been gone for the better part of the day. I made him supper, though as I started cooking, I realized that I know nothing about what Jax likes to eat. For all I know he could be a vegetarian. Though, something about the man screams meat and potatoes to me. Well, really it screams let me jump on top of you and ride you like a pony, but that’s beside the point.
Dinner is ready, and I’ve got the food sitting in the oven under the light to keep it warm. The oven is still heated from the cake that I baked. I was going to watch television. That’s when I realized he doesn’t have cable. There’s a TV and a DVD player—but unless I want to watch porn, then it’s out. I’ve watched porn before, but I don’t really get into it, and it’s not so much that I’m against it, but the titles don’t inspire me to watch at all. There’s a choice of three. It appears my man only likes compilation videos. We have the Best Money Shots of 1999, Best Boobs on the Beach, and The complete works of Muffy Diamond. Seriously. Muffy Diamond. I can’t even.
I noticed a Redbox near the apartment and that brings me to why I’m pushing my luck. I’m walking to the local pharmacy. It’s only about a five-minute walk, and the kiosk for Red Box is there. I wonder what kind of movies Jax likes? I can’t see him watching romantic comedies. I hope he’s not a horror movie buff. His porn was 1999, I think with a laugh. Maybe I can get the Die Hard movies. Everyone likes those, right? And it’s close to Christmas so it fits.