I push the doors open and walk her in, surprised to find it relatively busy. I spot Neveah at a table with Legs and Delphi. Havoc, Midas, and Kruger are sitting at the table to the left of them. Dice, Hoops, and Capone are laughing about something at the bar, while Mac and Toot are playing pool.
Dice nods to me as I lead Citi over to the girls’ table. Nevaeh spots her first and jumps to her feet, rushing over to hug Citi.
“Hey sis, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, actually. Think we could talk for a minute?”
Neveah looks at Citi, taking in her nervous expression before nodding. “Of course. Come with me.” She holds out her hand for Citi, who lets go of mine to take Nevaeh’s.
“I’ll be over there with Havoc when you’re done, okay?”
Citi looks at me and nods. “Okay. We won’t be long.”
“No rush, take your time.”
Neveah walks away with her, yelling over her shoulder at Havoc. “Going to use your office for a minute, heathen.”
Havoc shakes his head at her. I walk over and take the empty seat next to Midas, who has his sleeping son over his shoulder.
“He’s getting so big.”
“You think? He still feels fucking tiny to me.”
Havoc leans closer. “Citi okay? I’m surprised to see her here.”
“She had therapy today and got into her head about something. Figured it would be better for her to deal with it now instead of letting it eat her alive.”
“Anything I need to worry about?”
I lean back and sigh. “No. I don’t think so. Things are good with you and Tink?”
He frowns. “Of course they are.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Ambros—”
“She’s a little worried that she might have caused a strain between you and Tink by making you keep her moving here quiet.”
“Ah. Was Tink pissed? Yeah, for about a minute. Once I explained, she was just glad to have her close. If anything, she’s grateful I care for Citi and Star.”
Kruger nods. “There are plenty of presidents out there that wouldn’t involve themselves in anything that didn’t affect the club. And I get that works for some—separating family from club—but I don’t see how that would work for any of us. Not now.” He nods to Hero as an example, but I don’t forget Theo, Kruger’s adopted son, and the hand the MC had in making sure they had everything they needed.
“Can’t leave a legacy if they feel no connection to the colors and what we stand for. Otherwise, the club would just be the thing that kept us from going home, missing ball games and dance recitals. I’ll take a dozen uncles for my kid over a dozen strangers my kid would only recognize because of the leather on their back,” Midas states, keeping his voice low.
“Amen to that,” Kruger agrees. “She settled into your place?”
“Our place. If I get my way, they’ll never leave.” I stare at Havoc, daring him to say something.
He reaches for his beer and tips it toward me in acknowledgment. “As long as that’s what she wants.”
Midas looks on, amused, while Kruger outright snorts.
“Changing the subject. I need to talk to you about Pig.”
Havoc groans. “What did he do now?”
“I was just talking to Citi about the prospects, that’s all. She loves Con.”
