I’d never tell him that though.
The asshole could have warned me about his father. Could have given me a heads-up that the head of the fucking Mob wanted my ass dead. He didn’t have to call my VP and tell him to stand down.
I leaned forward in my chair and stared at the list again. There had to be some connection between these women. Something that linked them together.
“Hey, Prez,” Cobra said, sticking his head into church. Once I’d cleaned up the office, I had the desk moved back into church. There was no need to hide away in a room on the other side of the building.
“What’s up?”
Cobra looked back out into the main room. “Um, there’s someone here.”
I laid my arms on the desk and narrowed my eyes at him. Had O’Malley come back to finish the job?
“Who?”
“Um, two women and an Irishman.”
“Fuck!” I cursed, slapping my hand on the desk. I stood up and checked my gun, making sure it was loaded.
Cobra’s eyes went wide and he stammered over his words, “Uh... Prez? I...um...don’t think you’ll be needing that.”
I looked at the brother as I returned the gun to the holster inside my cut. “And why’s that? King call back and tell you all to let the bastard kill me?”
“No, Prez.” Cobra shook his head quickly. He looked through the door again. “It’s just… she said...”
“She said what?” I asked, stomping toward the door and pushing Cobra out of the way. I froze when I stepped into the main room.
“She said she’s your wife,” Cobra whispered.
She was here.
Standing in my clubhouse, with her mother beside her and some cocksucker behind her. A dead cocksucker if he moved any closer to my woman.
“Hi,” she said quietly.
I took a step forward and when her breath hitched, I stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need to tell you something. Can we talk somewhere private?” She looked around. My brothers stood by, their glares not aimed at her but the man standing behind her. The club whores watched her with blatant hostility on their faces.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “No. Anything you need to say can be said in front of my brothers.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jenna moving closer. The bitch really had a death wish. Morgan looked at her mother, who nodded, and then turned back to me.
Her back straightened and she cast a glance at Jenna before looking me in the eye. “I’m pregnant.”
My arms dropped to my sides. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t register the touch right away. It wasn’t until I saw the hurt in Morgan’s eyes that I finally noticed the hand on my chest.
“She’s lying, baby.”
I looked down at Jenna. My hand covered hers and I yanked it away from me. “What did I fucking tell you?” I growled out. “Venom,” I shouted. “Get this bitch out of my fucking sight.”
“Come on, Jen. You know the rules.”
“But, baby, she’s lying. You said you weren’t married, and now she’s suddenly pregnant. It’s probably not even yours if she is.”
“This was a mistake.” Her words were so soft I almost didn’t hear them with the way Jenna was spouting off. “Rian, let’s go.”
