“What?”
“Nothing, go on, what did he do to her?”
“Bumped into her, knocked over some glasses on her tray and wanted her fired.”
Fired? Fuck.
“Ellie stroked the idiot’s ego and sent the girl home, but she didn’t fire her.”
“Doesn’t seem too bad to me,” Fury states.
“She cut her hand, pretty bad Walker said. Glass sliced through her palm, but she is okay, he dealt with it. It wasalldealt with,” Nero eyes Beast. “But we can’t afford for any shit like that to happen again.”
“I’ll be back there tonight,” Beast says, his expression troubled. He’s the one who kept giving Charley chances, so it stands to reason he’s worried. “Did Ellie say if she told Charley to stay off a couple of nights?”
“Does he look like a messenger? Speak to Ellie,” Rebel cuts in.
The whole time they’re talking my blood is boiling, the rage growing. He fucking made her bleed? Now I know what Nero felt when he saw that video of Taylor being attacked.
I’m not even in a relationship with Charley and I want to break Cantrell’s fucking neck. Something I can’t do given the negotiations he is into with the club over distribution of weapons.
God dammit. My leg starts to bounce as the meeting goes on. I can’t go running home to make sure she is okay and stupidly, I don’t have her cell number.
When the meeting finally breaks up, I’m the first to head for the door, trying to figure out how I can check on Charley without letting on to anyone, but Nero calls me back. Shit, I can’t say no. This is about Sheridan and my brother.
Before he can ask, I give him the lowdown on what Cam told me and that as soon as he is close, he’ll call me.
“You’ll go down there?”
“Yeah, I’ll bring her back.”
“Okay,” he leans an elbow on the arm rest of his chair. “Everything else okay?”
“Fine.”
“Why do you look like you want to get out of here?”
“Just some stuff going on, it’s not important.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
Nero knows I’m lying, but he doesn’t probe. If it was an issue for the club, he trusts that I would raise it, but since Chains turned traitor on us a few months ago, he’s more watchful. Not that I think he doesn’t trust me.
“Then let’s go get a drink next door. I could do with a break.”
“A break?” I ask in surprise.
“Taylor and Jesse are suddenly like siblings who can’t stop pecking at each other.”
“Sounds fun.”
“They’re worse than Oscar,” he rolls his eyes.
“Is Jesse not ready to go back to his place?”
“He’s been ready for a week but Taylor wants him to stay longer.” He laughs at my expression. “Exactly, figure that out. So yeah, I need a drink.”
