Me? I’m excited. I love all this change, and how much it’s going to help us and build the community even more. Of course, there’s always the downside of more businesses bringing in riff-raff, but we’ll handle that. Make it known the business are owned by the Hell’s Mayhem. They won’t fuck with us then.
“What do we think?” Coyote asks calmly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.
“If no one’s gonna say it, I will,” Ghost says. “I think it’s a great fucking idea.”
And that’s all everyone needs to agree. The room is loud as everyone shares their excitement and their ideas, trying to claim what business they want and how they’re going to contribute. Even Rhino has a look of interest. I know he likes building bikes, and he especially likes painting them. He’s good as fuck at it too.
“No one has been this thrilled about helping in years,” Snapper mutters from beside me.
I grin, knowing he hates it. The less control he has, the worse it is for him.
The excitement lasts for a while, then Church is over, and we get up to leave.
“Grizz!” someone calls. I find Snapper watching me. I move through the crowd to get back to the table as the rest of the guys push out.
“What’s up?” I ask when it’s just us.
“How’s things?” he asks, trying to sound like he doesn’t care too much.
I know he’s asking about Anastacia and the baby, but of course he won’t do that outright.
“Things are great,” I say. “Fucking perfect. You should come over sometime.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, come on. It’ll be fun. You can bring your boyfriend.” He frowns, and I can’t help but laugh. “We can do dinner. It’ll be nice. What’s your favorite?”
“Favorite?”
“Food. What do you like to eat that ain’t the shit Spam whips up here.”
“I rarely eat his food.”
“Exactly. So what do you want?”
“Uh…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Fuck. Steak?”
“Hell yeah. Steaks are great. You wanna come by tomorrow?”
“No, I can’t do tomorrow. We have plans.”
“All right, no problem. I’ll call you then, yeah?”
“Sure,” he says, though I know he isn’t happy about it. I pat him on the back, which he likes even less.
“Thanks for saving her, man. I’m telling you. She’s a fucking angel.”
I swear he smiles as I walk away.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Anastacia
“Are you sure that’s in right?” I ask, staring at the car seat uneasily.
“It’s in right,” Tommy says as he comes around the back of the SUV. “I used to install these things when I was stuck working the desk. Did hundreds of them.”
That puts my mind at ease.
