“On the ride back, decided that’s gonna be his road name ‘cause today he proved that’s who he is.”
She slapped a hand over her eyes and groaned. “He’s three, Zeke. A toddler doesn’t need a road name.”
“Sure fuckin’ does. He’s not only the president’s son, but he fuckin’ earned it. Gonna get him a ‘property of’ cut with that patch.”
“Zeke,” she groaned again.
He took her hands in his and leaned in until they were almost nose to nose. He whispered, “Ain’t up for discussion right now. Gonna talk later.”
Yeah, her face was filled with a whole bunch of unhappy, but she would have to be patient. “Do me a fuckin’ solid and take our brave boy inside.”
Her mouth tightened but she nodded.
Thank fuck for small wonders.
He needed time to figure out how to convince her that she and Ledger weren’t in danger. But for fuck’s sake, he didn’t even know if that was true. Like outlaw MCs, the mobhad no bottom. They could do some brutal shit and do it with a fucking smile.
He turned to Zane next. “Everybody here that needs to be?”
“Yeah.”
“Thinkin’ those two should join us.” Zeke tipped his head slightly toward Vi and Reaper.
Concern filled his brother’s blue eyes. “That bad?”
“Could be. Wanna keep them informed, just in case.” The current Shadows might not be cold-blooded mercenaries like the original crew, but they all had skills that could come in handy.
Especially with that new guy being an experienced sniper. Picking off enemies from a distance was far more effective than fighting them face to face.
When the Russos decided to take out the Demons after that club stabbed them in the back, they blew shit up. The DAMC didn’t have access to any kind of explosives and trying to get some might trigger some red flags when it came to the feds.
Zeke didn’t want any more attention on them than necessary. In fact, he preferred if his club always cruised under the radar.
They’d be under the microscope enough with their medical marijuana dispensary application. A dispensary could make the club a lot of scratch and he didn’t want anything fucking with that.
When his gaze swept the parking lot, he was relieved to see that Kyra had taken Ledger inside like he’d asked.
“Vi!” When his cousin looked over, he followed up with, “Need you and your boy in this meetin’ too.”
She glared at him. “My boy?”
Reaper squeezed her shoulder, dipped his head, and saidsomething only she could hear. A second later, she nodded and they both headed toward the back door of the building.
Damn.He’d never known Vi to be agreeable with any fucking man other than her father. And most of the time she ignored the big man, too.
Only, now was not the time to break that shit down.
“Let’s go,” he ordered Zane, Rage, and Chaos. Hopefully, Wheels and Cruz were already inside waiting.
On his way to the meeting room that sat to the right of the club’s private bar, he couldn’t find Kyra and Ledger. Since Phoenix was the closest to him, Zeke asked where they were.
Nix responded with, “She took him into the kitchen to get some real food in his gut. The kid was hoppin’ ‘round like a bunny on crack.”
Good. That would keep them occupied while he discussed the shit that went down with the rest of the officers.
Wheels and Cruz already sat in their spots at the long table when the rest of them filed through the door.
“Someone grab two more chairs,” he ordered.
