“Go over to the bar, talk with the brothers, have a drink, recalibrate to being back here. Then when you’re ready, go home.” He gives me a pointed look leaving no room for misinterpreting that shit.
“Fuck,” I shake my head. “When did you get so fucking in tune with women and relationships?”
“Since Taylor walked into my house and gave me shit for being mean to Jesse.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“It might not work out,” he says, meaning me and Charley. “You’ll never know if you bury your head and come up with a million reasons why it won’t. If you need it, Blaze will look into her background.”
“No,” I say immediately. “Anything like that, I will find out from her.”
He smirks. The asshole. I get up and push my chair under the table. “What can I do about Storm?”
“Nothing for now. Razer will get back to me and once we know more, I’ll call church.”
I leave the office and head downstairs. Blaze dips his head so I go over.
“Speedway left for the airport. That shit man,” he shakes his head. “You okay?”
They’re asking because they care and I’m grateful for that but I just kind of want to forget about it for now.
“Messed up but I’m good. Gonna go grab a drink, then head home.”
Blaze nods. I won’t invite him and he won’t come along. Blaze is an alcoholic who has been dry for eight years. He neverputs himself in temptations way. He’ll come to parties and gatherings but he doesn’t stick around long.
There are a lot of people in the bar tonight and the noise, laughter and alcohol is exactly what I need to get into a better head space. It’s going to take a while to get the memory of that house out of my brain but being back here with family will help.
Seeing Charley is in the back of my mind the whole time I’m chatting and laughing. She can never know what went down in Kentucky but it feels like I can tell her some things. She is smarter than a lot of people twice her age, she studies, sees things. I like that about her. Whatever is in her past that haunts her I want to help her.
“Nashville!”
Raven is sitting on a stool at the bar, waving me over.
“What?” I yell across the bar, earning a scowl.
“Come here, asshat.”
“With an invitation like that, how can I possibly refuse.”
The guys around me laugh as I get up and walk over. I doubt there is a guy at the club who doesn’t want a piece of Raven. Everyone knows Rebel will cut off their dick if they ever touch his sister. One guy tried once and ended up with a broken finger and cheekbone.
He’s very protective.
Raven can hold her own, growing up around the club and running thisbar, she’s learned to take no shit and can be as scary as her brother at times.
Her attacks are more mental and physical though. She can having a cutting tongue at times, but she’s loyal. We’ve grown close over the years but my dick has never been interested. We’re friends.
I stop by her and smile. “I’m here, what do you want?”
“You know things.”
“This is true.”
“What’s going on with Beast?”
“Uh,” I frown. “Not sure why?”
“You realize he has a seventeen-year-old daughter who is sleeping in my spare bedroom right now.”
