I was hers.
End of story.
Twister clapped his hands once.“Church.”
He crossed to Tempi, pulling her in for a quick kiss before heading toward the back room.
Britta glanced at me.“I’ve seen Sons of Anarchy.Go have a chat with your biker buddies.”
I snorted.“You’re crazy, sugar.”
She grinned.
I looked over at Cord and Plug, who were already posted up nearby.“Nothing happens to them,” I said.“Not even a hint of something off.You come get us.”
Both of them nodded immediately.“Got it.”
Tempi waved me off.“Go, biker man.I’ve got to talk to your ol’ lady.”
Britta arched a brow at that.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers one more time.“Behave.”
“Right back at you,” she shot back.
I chuckled and headed for church.
The room filled fast.
Twister took his seat at the head of the table, and I dropped into the chair to his right.The rest of the guys filtered in, grabbing spots, boots scraping, chairs shifting.
Same setup.
Same energy.
Twister leaned forward, elbows on the table.
“You got some good news for us?”Chewy asked.
“Yeah,” Method added.“Did The Ledger just drop dead overnight?”
“I fucking wish,” Twister muttered.And just like that, the mood shifted.“We need to figure out what the hell we’re doing about Saint’s Smash,” he continued.“This permit bullshit isn’t random.”
“No shit,” Wheels said.
I leaned back slightly, arms crossed.“There’s no way the whole city’s that corrupt.”
Twister let out a humorless laugh.“You’d be surprised what money can do.”
Sully tipped his chin.“Then throw some of yours at it, Duck McScrooge.”
“It’s Scrooge McDuck,” Wheels corrected.
Sully flipped him off.“You knew what I meant.”
“Can we focus?”I cut in.
Twister nodded.“I’m not buying our way out.That’s a losing game.”
