Chapter 3
Jett
“We have another goddamn situation,” Maccon muttered in between Reese and me at the bar.
I twisted around to read his face, knowing immediately that privacy was needed for the conversation we were about to embark on. Without another word, the three of us went into the back office and locked the door.
Reese folded his arms, leaning against the far wall and staring at our president.
“Well?” I asked as the dead air started to make me uneasy. Maccon wasn’t one for overreacting, and if he said there was something wrong, it wasreallywrong.
“Luke’s causing problems with the female employees at the garage again.” Maccon’s voice was low and gravely. Luke wasn’t the best man to ever wear one of our cuts, and to say he was on thin ice was the biggest understatement of the year. It wasn’t a surprise that he was going to have to be dealt with again; we had just hoped Luke wasn’t as big of an idiot as he was proving to be.
“The new girl?” Reese questioned sharply.
A swift nod was all Maccon offered in response.
“She’s only been there for a few days. What in the ever-loving hell is wrong with that son of a bitch?” I sank into my desk chair, ready to wring Luke’s neck once again.
“We need to bring this to the table. I can’t let it slide any longer.” Maccon rubbed the back of his neck as his face turned red. “Disrespecting employees, especially a sister of one of our own, is out of the damn question.”
My skin crawled at the thought of someone treating Katherine like that. With blood boiling, I palmed the desk. “Let me just handle him. It would be a pleasure.”
“You know that can’t happen, Jett.” Maccon held his hand up to me, knowing exactly where my thoughts were heading. Without Maccon and Reese’s voices of reason, I would fly off the handles without warning.
Reese nodded over in my direction. “I’m with Jett on this one, brother.”
“Rules are rules. He wears the same skull and bones that we do. We can’t forget that.” Maccon’s jaw churned. “I’ll call a meeting. Be in the war room in an hour.”
“What’s Wyatt got to say about all of this?” I asked quickly, knowing how little Wyatt liked to ruffle feathers. He was our newest patched member and tried to keep his head down and his nose clean. When his sister had moved in with him, down on her luck, it’d taken a lot for Wyatt to even ask if she could get a job at the garage.
“Haven’t spoken to him yet. Luke was a dumbass and tried to play it off like she couldn’t handle the job. After looking at the security cameras, I was able to read between his ill-written lines. The black eye she gave him didn’t help his agreement either.”
“Good for her,” Reese chuckled.
“See you in an hour, brother.” I slapped Maccon on the shoulder. “We’ll make this right, once and for all.”
“I fucking hate this part of the job,” he growled at his VP.
Reese cleared his throat. “I say we strip him of his job and put him on probation.”
My spine stiffened. That wasn’t enough in my mind, but rules were rules. I needed to remember that.
Maccon eyed me. “Say it.”
“He needs to be gone,” I said firmly.
“Some could say that about you, Jett.” Reese glared at me. He was my brother-in-law, and I knew Katherine had probably told him about my lack of restraint as of late.
“I didn’t fucking do anything to anyone who didn’t consent to it and you fucking know it,” I roared, jumping up right into Reese’s face.
His hands flew into the air. “Just calling the kettle as black as it is, man.”
“Fuck both of you,” Maccon howled, slamming him fist into the wall. “This is not about Jett’s inability to keep his dick out of sluts’ mouths. This is about a brother groping someone who is completely off limits, a woman who in no way wanted his grimy hands on her ass in the middle of the garage we own.”
I dragged in a long breath. “You’re right, and I am sorry for my actions recently. I’ll do better.”
Maccon narrowed his eyes at me. “You know what you need to do. We all do. Let’s deal with one problem at a fucking time, for Christ’s sake.”
