I scrub my hand over my face, “Yeah well. She has me and the MC now. We’ll sort it out.”
“You know we could just disappear the piece of shit,” Omen states, looking at the gators sunning themselves in their pens.
“Slippery slope brother. We feed one asshole to the gators, we’ll have to find more assholes to feed ‘em,” Saint says.
“Is that such a loss? Look around, there are nasty assholes everywhere.” Omen shrugs, slapping Saint on the back then swaggering away.
“He’s been spending too much time with Chewy.”
Saint snorts at my comment, “As long as he doesn’t fucking explode someone or ass fuck them with some weird shit, I ain’t got a problem with it.”
I laugh as I get up and follow my brother back inside because I fucking hope he doesn’t do that shit either.
“Yo, Vex, lemme bend your ear,” Damian calls as he walks his huge as fuck body toward me.
At 6’ I ain’t short, but I have to tip my head back to acknowledge Damian. “You got a problem?”
“Yeah and no.” I raise a brow and Damian grins. “Miss Joe has a little doggy. She left him at home and came straight ta us.”
“OK. Lemme guess, you wanna go get the dog?”
“I can’t turn no blind eye to animal cruelty,”
I run a hand down my face. “Why are you telling me? Why not tell Prez, or VP?”
“You’re the chaplain.” I stare at him as he stares back. “It’s your job to listen to plans and sins I already committed or am going to commit. And you have a really nice face. Makes me feel heard.”
“Damian?”
“Yeah?”
“Go get the fucking dog. And take Justice with you.”
He grins at me as he turns on his heel, a hop in his step as he strides out of the clubhouse.
“What was that about?” Chef asks, coming to stand next to me, watching the prospect walk through the door.
“You ever second guess yourself?”
He gives me a bored look, before his gaze finds Sage. “Every fucking day.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
He takes a deep breath, then blows it out. “I fucked up. Broke her heart thinking I was doing the right thing. Now I miss her with every fucking fiber of my being.”
“You tried telling her that?”
He huffs, “Yeah. She called me an asshole, told me it serves me right, then sashayed that sweet ass out the door, flipping me the bird the whole time.”
I chuckle, “That’s my niece.”
“I’ll fix it. Might just take some time, but I’ll fix it.”
I slap him on his back, probably a little harder than necessary, but fuck, he broke my baby niece’s heart. It’s the least I can do. Moving around the room, I make my way through DRMC brothers and Ol Ladies, then decide to look down the hall for the woman I want to make my Ol Lady. Her husky voice drifts down the hall, my lips tipping up as she recites step by step how to resuscitate a patient.
I lean against the door jamb, one leg crossed over the other, admiring her copper hair as it spills over her shoulder. She pushes it back, tucking it behind her ear as she chats to her friend. She must sense me near, her blue eyes meeting mine.
“Vex, how was Church?” She fiddles with her hands in her lap before gripping one of Joe’s small dark hands in her own. She’s nervous, most likely terrified we’ll tell Joe to leave.
