“Thankyou!” I exclaimed before walking toward my table on the other side of the room.
Ma had already hustled back into the kitchen. I settled into my seat where I could see all the exits. I shot off a text to Keys to let him know I’d be in after I ate. I told him later, but I’d grab what he printed and look for myself. Two sets of eyes were better than one.
I’d downed half my coffee when Ma brought me a plate of biscuits and gravy with bacon and topped off my mug.
I didn’t bother trying to converse with her. I had too much shit going on to deal with everyone’s hissy fits. Especially when she was the one who’d withheld info from me for months, hell maybe longer. Pops was big on club business staying between members, but he also loved Ma more than anyone else, and he trusted her. He always said he leaned on her. I just didn’tbelieve she knew nothing about any of this.
Falcon came over with a plate. “Hey Prez.”
“Can you do something about her?” I asked, waving my fork in the direction of his Old Lady.
He grumbled. “I’ll talk to her. They’re all pissy these days. Even Lacy,” he said as he took a huge bite of food.
“She was fine with me,” I said, taking a bite of bacon.
“You’re the only one.”
I shook my head. “At least one of them has some sense.”
Eagle flipped a chair around and dropped his plate. “They’re on edge is all. But yeah, my baby won’t give you shit, Prez. Just me,” he said. He chewed his bite then washed it down and asked, “How’s the little lady?”
Wiping my face with my napkin, I sighed. “She’ll settle in soon enough. Big change for her.”
“Big change for you,” Falcon said. “Y’all getting along okay?”
“Well enough.”
Eagle grinned before taking another bite.
“What?” I snapped.
“She’s not like the bunnies, or is she?” he mumbled with his mouth full.
“She’s my wife, so watch your fucking mouth.”
Falcon sipped his coffee, his hazel eyes peering over themug at me.
“What, Goddammit?” I asked.
“Wife, huh?” he replied.
Tapping my fingers on the table, I stared at him. He shrugged.
Eagle took a huge swig of his coffee. “Do you like her at all?”
My stare went from Falcon to Eagle. “What kind of question is that?”
“I mean, she’s supposed to be our First Lady. Do you like her? Is she cool?”
“She’s not the First Lady.”
Falcon cleared his throat. “Uh, Prez. I hate to break it to you, but while she may not be your Old Lady, she is the First Lady since she’s married to you.”
I slammed my hand on the table, rattling the plates and silverware. “No,” I snapped. “She can’t be the First Lady without being an Old Lady.” I wiped my face with my napkin then threw it on my half eaten food as I stood. “Do your fucking homework on the rules before you try to tell me how to run my club.”
The noise in the bar quieted a little as I stormed off. It was too early for this shit.
Chapter 16
