Oops.
“Our issue is your nephew’s desire to sabotage our events instead of actively participating in them,” Jagger clarifies.“Add in his lack of creativity and unsustainable numbers, and we feel like his entire goal is to…”
With a straight face, I watch Gus across from me.“Burn the entire industry to the ground?”I finish for Jagger.
Nothing.Not a twitch.Not a brow raise.Not a single clue.Either Gus has no idea Morgan set our house on fire, or he’s a hell of a liar.
“And how was my nephew sabotaging your event?”Gus goads.
“By making several of the female attendants feel unsafe.”Jagger makes a point of looking around the strip club.“From one business owner to another, I’m sure you can imagine the impact something like that can make.”
Another twitch hits just beneath his eye, but otherwise?The man doesn’t move a muscle.
Yeah, motherfucker.Seems your nephew is kind of a dick.I wonder what else he’s hiding?
“I will speak with my nephew,” Gus replies.
My eyes widen.Damn.Look at you, being accommodating.
“Good,” Jagger returns.“And we will extend an invitation to him the next time we feel like his presence would be beneficial at a Harden event.”
“I’ll give you two,” Gus decides.“Two events without his participation.”
Jagger’s chin dips.“Thank you.”
“Don’t make me regret it.”The light ricochets off his gold ring as he flicks his fingers toward the exit.“Now, get out of my club.”
Seconds later, the cold air hits my cheeks while we head through the parking lot.
Giving me the side-eye, his hands tucked in his coat pockets, Jagger unlocks his truck, muttering, “Good job keeping your mouth shut.”
“Guess I couldn’t help myself.”We all climb into the car.As soon as the doors are closed, I add, “You guys see his face when I mentioned burning?”
Roman nods.“He doesn’t know.”
Shoving his car into reverse, Jagger grips the back of the passenger seat headrest and twists in his chair, pulling out of the parking spot.“Anything from Rafe yet?”
“I’m going this afternoon,” Rome answers.
“Good.”
“At least we got two Morgan-free Harden Nights,” I add.
The engine roars as Jagger turns onto the main road, his knuckles white from throttling the steering wheel.“Yeah, but we had to expose Morgan’s assholery to his uncle.”
Rome nods.“Which will only piss him off more.”
“So, we should be ready for anything.”I reach for my phone and dial Hawke so I can fill him in.
Why does shit have to be so complicated?
40
JUNE
Ford
See you soon, June Bug
