Not one officer in that meeting disagreed. The more prepared they were to deal with the potential threat, the better.
“Where is he?”could be heard over the loud, bass-thumping music being piped through the speakers.
For fuck’s sake.Someone sounded pissed.
That someone being Kyra.
“Get him out here. Now!”
Jesus fuck.He couldn’t even take a fucking piss in peace.
She could’ve fucking texted him instead of making a goddamn scene in front of all his brothers, the sweet butts, and anyone else hanging out in the common area. It was pretty damn packed for a Saturday night. Especially after having a church meeting with all the patched members.
He pulled in a breath to steel himself, checked to make sure his jeans were zipped, then strode out of the bathroom.
Of course, he practically ran straight into Bubbles as she exited the women’s room. Them walking out of the little alcove where the bathrooms were located at the same time wasn’t going to look good.
Fuck no.
It would look like he and the sweet butt had been doing shit together. Especially when Bubbles reached out to play with the back of his hair as they headed into the crowded, open space.
“I’m in the mood to get in some trouble,” she purred. “Are you?”
“Not now, woman. Gotta go deal with some shit.” Even though he shrugged the sweet butt’s hand off, Kyra caught what Bubble’s did.
From across the large room, deadly laser beams shot from her blue eyes and struck him in the chest.
The fuck if they were going to do this in front of everyone. No fucking way.
She stomped toward him, her face telling him everything he needed to know.
Ledger must have snitched about how he now knew Zeke was his father. Yeah, that was about to bite him in the fucking ass. But it had needed to be done, so the fallout would be worth it.
Though, he was questioning that right now.
He stopped and waited for her to come to him since she looked like she was on a damn mission.
He heard Rage grunt loudly from near the bar. He was probably conflicted on whether he should step-in to protect his prez or let Kyra get in a few good verbal licks first for entertainment purposes.
Asshole.
When she reached him, the first thing she did was poke him hard in the chest and say, “You weren’t supposed to tell him!Wewere! But only once I said the time was right.”
He hardly felt the jab due to wearing his leather cut, but at least it was a finger and not a damn blade. That would’ve sucked.
Zeke kept his voice low because all eyes—and there were a fuck-ton of them—were pointed their way. “Wanna do this right fuckin’ now, Ky? In front of everyone?”
“Why the hell not? You told Ledger without me even being there, Zeke!”
“Kid’s mine, babe. I get to make decisions about him, too.”
A flurry of voices rose up around them. Along with some chuckles.
“What kid?”
“Is that Kyra?”
“When the fuck she get back?”
