“Does he know that?”
“Yeah, after she almost kicked his ass at the clubhouse, they talked and are trying to be friends since they’ll be bumping into each other around town. Havoc and I are having a conversation after church today.”
“Do I even want to know why a woman is kicking a brother’s ass at your clubhouse?”
I chuckle thinking about how she also took down a prospect. After telling him that story, we’re both in stitches making him want to meet her even more.
“Is she inked or claimed?”
“Not yet, but if we keep going the way we’ve been she will be.” I smile at the thought. I’ve checked every inch of that delectable body and there’s not a smudge of ink on her. God, the thought of her body carrying my name in permanent ink sends a shiver down my spine.
“Bring her by the house, Kane, and let me meet this girl. If you see yourself being with her long term then man up and talk to Havoc. Just remember, you already have a war going on outside of the club, you don’t need one inside it to.”
I stay a little longer and shoot the shit with Dad. We discuss Blaze getting out of prison within the next week or so, and then I finally head out. I still can’t believe everything Dad told me about him and Mom.
I pass back by my house to check to see if Raegan has left yet and sure enough her car is still in the driveway. I know she’s not a morning person, so I fight the urge to stop in and keep driving making my way to the clubhouse. Lord knows my dick needs some rest from any activities until further notice.
Entering the clubhouse, I’m early for church so I decide to go to the office to try to work on some of the invoices from the auto shop and our other businesses.
A knock on the door brings me out of looking up routes for the next protection run when Brass comes in.
“Everyone’s here and ready for church, Prez,” he informs me.
After putting down my pen, I stretch my back and neck to get the stiffness out of my muscles.
“Alright, let’s go.” I stand and we walk out into the bar area and over to our room.
The others follow and I see Havoc is waiting in the back not wanting to enter with me. We all take our seats, and I bang the gavel to start the meeting.
“We have something crucial to discuss. Last night, I was made aware of someone in the Vipers MC trying to have us hacked. They want to access our files with shipping routes and our contacts.”
I scan the table and see the rage rolling off my brothers. Dash is the first to speak. And I notice that Twitch, Diesel, and Blade made it back from helping Gunner out at the Fallon Chapter.
“They didn’t get anything, did they, Hawk?” he asks focusing over at our secretary and IT brother.
He starts shaking his head, “No, Raegan was able to put them off and give us a new firewall to prevent any type of intrusion. She’s great…”
“Who the fuck is Raegan? And why is she in our business?” Diesel exclaims.
I have to hold in my growl and only clench my fists at his tone. I notice Havoc watching my every move, not paying any attention to the conversation around him. I know he’s observing my reaction to hearing them talk about her, and it pisses me off even more.
“Oh, she’s the best hacker of all time. I’ve been trying to reach out to her for years!” Hawk crushes on her like a goddamn fangirl.
“It was a reliable informant who came to us,” Brass speaks up shutting Hawk up. I’m glad he spoke up about trying to honor Wildcat’s wishes at being anonymous, but the fucking cat is out of the bag now.
“How do we know she’s not a spy, playing with us? Who’s to say she doesn’t work for the Vipers?” Twitch questions.
“She doesn’t.” Havoc slams his hand down on the table startling a few brothers.
“But how do we know for sure?” Diesel reiterates.
“She’s not. Raegan wouldn’t do anything to bring harm to Havoc or me,” Riot speaks up. He’s now jumped in, not happy about having her being accused of siding with the Vipers.
“You think she’s clean?” Diesel asks looking right at me.
My thoughts go immediately to last night and the shower we had after getting down and dirty. Christ, that woman is glorious in bed. I make a mental note to stock up on condoms for my house since I don’t carry a box around with me. Her stamina is at an all-time high right now, and could match the energy of ten men in their prime. I lean back in my seat to give my aching dick a little more breathing room. A cleared throat brings me out of my musing, and I force myself to focus on the meeting.
“Prez?” Brass questions, and I notice that everyone has stopped talking and is looking at me expectantly. Havoc has his eyes narrowed at me. I’m about to knock that expression right off his face.
