“What?”
My sister looked at me. “Morgan invited me to go, so I’m going. I need some stuff too. I didn’t exactly pack to move.”
“Brian!” I shouted to the prospect behind the bar.
“Yeah, Prez?”
“Follow them. Morgan doesn’t leave your fucking sight.”
“You got it, Prez.”
“Pardon!”
“Already got my keys,” he said as he followed my little sister out the front door.
“You want me to go to, Prez?”
I looked at the prospect whose name I couldn’t remember. Hell, I couldn’t remember any of their names, other than Brian.
“No, they’re good.”
He nodded and disappeared. I followed Morgan outside to the car and held the door open for her and my sister. They both climbed in the back, while Smokey held the door for her mother to slide into the passenger seat in the front.
“Be careful, baby. Stay with Brian.”
“Should I take him into the dressing room with me, too?”
“No, smart ass, but he will be checking the dressing room before you walk in there.” I looked over my shoulder. “You hear that, Prospect?”
“Heard, Prez.”
I looked at my sister. “You stay with Pardon.” She rolled her eyes and looked out the window. I placed my hand on Morgan’s stomach and whispered, “Please be a boy.”
I heard Morgan giggle, and I looked up at her smiling face. “There’s my fucking sunshine.”
“Oh my God, you guys are so cute it’s disgusting,” Sully said.
I kissed Morgan hard on the lips, then quickly pulled away and shut the door before she could protest. I stepped back andwatched as Pardon pulled out with Smokey behind him and Brian in the back.
I didn’t move until they all disappeared. Then I stared at the clubhouse as my body filled with rage. I stomped inside and searched the room.
When I saw the bitch, I bellowed, “JENNA!”
Missing the anger in my voice, Jenna smiled and sauntered over.
“When the pussy’s away the mice will play, is that it, Prez?”
I grabbed her biceps and hauled her close.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I snarled in her face.
Her smug face turned to fear instantly at the tone of my voice.
“I-I th-thought you wanted me.”
“I told you I don’t fuck whores. So you thought you’d destroy my wife’s things?”
“Prez?” Eagle asked, stepping closer.
