Which was why I was sitting in the corner watching the men wander around the main room. The Gods of Mayhem had been here for a week or so. The Brotherhood had shown up yesterday.
I didn’t trust a single fucking one of them.
Neither do I!
You’ve made yourself abundantly clear. You don’t fucking trust anyone.
With good fucking reason! People aren’t trustworthy.
I’m trustworthy.
You don’t fucking count; I know everything you’re thinking. It’s the fuckers in this room I don’t trust. Thoughts shouldn’t be able to be hidden. How the fuck can you trust someone if you don’t know what their thinking?
Oh, I don’t know, faith?
Faith? That’s your reasoning? Faith is a fantasy. It’s for people who don’t want to blow shit up.
You love to blow shit up.
I sure as fuck do!
I shook my head. I couldn’t deal with him right now. My brothers had proven more than a few times they could be trusted. Well, except fucking Freeway. He couldn’t keep his thoughts hidden if his fucking life depended on it.
Not sure why King’s keeping him around. Steele is dead, and King is the president now. He can do whatever the fuck he wants.
King isn’t the type of guy to kill someone for no reason.
No reason? He’s been spying on the club and running back to Steele.
But King knows that. That’s why you aren’t the president.
Yeah, I like to blow shit up, but you like to kill first and ask questions later.
It works.I shrugged.
The doors opened, and King walked in with Grace. I liked Grace. She accepted me. All the women did. Except Aspen. I didn’t think she had a problem with me per se.
It’s me she has a fucking problem with.
She doesn’t even know you exist. None of them do. It’s Diesel that has a problem with you.
Maybe it’s you he has a problem with. I’m the fucking nice one. You’re the one who doesn’t fucking talk to anyone.
I talk when I need to.
“Officers, in church. Zeus, need you and Eros as well. Payne, you too, please.” King looked around the room and zeroed in on me. “Get your ass inside.”
Asshole.
Knock it off, he’s under a lot of stress.
He’s a fucking grump. That’s why you like him. You’re two peas in a fucking grumpy ass pod.
I cleared my throat, ignoring his ranting, and walked into church. I sat in my chair and waited to see what was going on. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. I didn’t often get called into church other than the regular once a month meeting. Last time it wasn’t even me they wanted.
Nope, they wanted me!
Shut up and listen.
