“I could help with all this,” Lenny offers from his seat at the bar.
“PI’s?” Grayson asks.
Lenny nods, but before he can speak, there’s yelling from outside. Jennifer tries to make a run for it, but I grab her blonde ponytail and stop her. Two of the prospects stride into the room with grim expressions.
“Pres, the president from the Devil’s Knights is here and wants to talk with you,” Levi speaks up.
“How many are with him?” Grayson asks.
“Two men are at the gate, another three are waiting two blocks back,” Noah replies.
“Let the three men at the gate in but close it after them,” Grayson says before turning a pointed glance at Axel and Cane.
They understand the meaning and follow the prospects out, but I don’t miss them pulling guns from their waistbands. I swallow my nerves and release Jennifer’s hair, pushing her away.
We hear footsteps approaching and watch as three Devil’s Knights walk into the room. One of them is about six feet tall and muscular. He has grey hair and patchy facial hair. His eyes lock on Jennifer and I can see her shrink under his watchful gaze. I almost feel sorry for her. I don’t want anyone to be a victim of domestic violence, and this man looks like an asshole.
The two men with him are shorter than him and not as muscular. They wear the leather cuts of their club with patches that let us know they’re the vice-president and sergeant at arms.
Each of the Sovereign Sons members around me stands taller with watchful eyes. None of them want to show an ounce of weakness in their presence.
“What are you doing here, Jen?” Their president calls out as he walks closer.
Jennifer practically tries to hide behind us.
“Why are you at my fucking clubhouse?” Grayson barks.
Drew smirks. “I’m here for my woman.” He looks away from Jennifer and his eyes land on me. He winks at me. Fucking winks.
Rowan steps in front of me, sheltering me from his gaze. “You’re not welcome here.”
“You have something that belongs to me,” Drew sneers. “We can settle this. Just give her over to me.”
“You can take Jennifer and leave. I’ll even throw in your member, who apparently, you didn’t even realize was missing,” Grayson mutters. “We have no use for either of them.”
“I’m not talking about Jennifer or Wyatt.”
I swear you could hear a pin drop at his admission. Rowan goes deathly still beside me. “You have no claim to anyone here,” he grits out. “Leave.”
“We’ll meet you on neutral ground to settle this,” Axel says.
“Fine,” Drew relents. “We’ll be in touch. Come on Jen.”
I hear Jennifer walk towards them and then the sound of their boots retreating from the room. He just told everyone that he was here for me. What the hell is going on?
28
ROWAN
We heard from Drew two days later. He sent a text from a burner phone and wanted to set up a time and place. We agreed on a five versus five fight on neutral ground just outside of town. I can’t wait to get my hands around that asshole’s throat.
He straight up said that he was there for Everly. That’s never going to happen.Not even over my dead body.
People might question why we don’t just outright kill these men. In this case, I wish we could, but it would draw too much attention to our club. We are their known enemies. Dead bodies would lead straight back to us.
“We’ll meet them around eight,” Grayson announces from the head of the table. “I’m taking Rowan, Axel, Cane, and Atlas but I want the rest of you to be ready. I don’t trust these fuckers.”
Everyone murmurs their agreement and Grayson bangs the gavel, drawing an end to church. We only have about ten minutes before we need to head out, so we head to our suites to get ready.
