“Everyone loves Con,” Kruger grumbles.
I smirk, having said the same damn thing. “True, but she’s wary as fuck around Pig.”
That makes his smirk drop. There is no love lost between Kruger and Pig after an incident involving Delphi, not long after she was hurt.
“What did she say exactly?” Havoc asks before Kruger can jump in.
“That she has no clue why he wants to be in an MC anyway. He seems completely uninterested. Say what you want about the guy, but what happened with Delphi, and with Citi leaving the park, wouldn’t have happened on Con’s watch.”
Havoc rubs his hand over his face. “I’ve had my doubts about him making it to the end, regardless. Was trying to hold out until the new prospects started because Con can’t be everywhere at once.”
“I’d rather pick up the slack than have a prospect in place who isn’t doing his fucking job.”
“Alright, you’ve made your point. I’ll call an early church for tomorrow. You’ll be able to leave the gym?”
“If I can’t get cover, I’ll close the place early.”
“That works. Kruger, Midas?”
“I’m not in until Monday. The joys of having a team that don’t need me.” He rolls his eyes, but I can tell he loves spending time with his family, which he wouldn’t be able to do otherwise. “I don’t know about Powers, though. He’s usually there when I’m not.”
Havoc nods. “I’ll talk to him. Kruger?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Midas laughs, which makes Hero stir.
I look around to make sure Citi isn’t on her way back before lowering my voice. “Any news on Lil or the motherfucker who broke into Citi’s place?”
“No, but G’s looking into it. He’s trying to figure out who the client is. I still can’t understand why this Jack is so gung-ho him.I mean, he’s a PI, but he’s willing to strap on a bomb to make his point. Who the fuck does that?”
I look around at everyone here, picturing a life without them, and know I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize it.
“Someone who has nothing to lose.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
CITI
“Ugh,this is why we don’t listen to men,” Nevaeh complains, spinning around in Havoc’s chair.
“He’s my therapist. Listening to him is kind of the point.”
She waves me off. “No, his listening to you is the point.”
I nod, conceding to that. “So you and Havoc are good? You swear it?”
“Yes, we’re fine. Lord, that man might get into hot water for some of his antics, but looking after my sister? Not a chance.”
I blow out a relieved sigh.
“It was really bothering you, wasn’t it?”
“The last thing I wanted to do was have my issues fuck?—”
“Hey, you don’t have issues, you have trauma. Sooo not the same thing.”
I chew on my thumbnail, not sure whether I agree or not. “Amity asked me out.”
