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“Beth good?” Dante asked.

“Yeah, brother. She told me to pass on that she’s grateful you actually taught her how to throw a right hook now. Nasty one as well, it is,” he said with twisted lips, rubbing the right side of his jaw.

“She was a fast learner,” Dante laughed.

And that was the amazing thing about this club. Even knowing Dante was Beth’s ex, there was no awkwardness, no tense moments. It was a moment in history that had no effect present day relationships.

Unless, of course, someone—meaning me—felt like stirring the pot.

Which I didn’t.

For now.

“We’re running low on supplies, boss,” Doc said, helping himself to one of the smokes. “Between dealing with those girls you saved, dealing with this idiot here,” he said, jabbing his thumb in my direction. “As well as other general scrapes and cuts, I’m seeing the bottom of my medical box for the first time in a while.”

“Make a list of what you need and give it to Hacksaw,” Dante said. “Can you get the funding approved immediately?”

“Can do, boss,” Hacksaw nodded. “If it’s easier, he can go buy the shit, send me the receipts, and I can reimburse him.”

“Whatever works. Pivot or Mike can collect for you, Doc, if that helps?” Dante asked.

“Aye, aye, I’m easy,” Doc waved the discussion away.

“Great. Sort it out amongst yourselves then. Anyone else?”

“I actually can’t help with the supplies,” Mike said, shocking the shit out of all of us.

A prospect denying an order. This was getting interesting.

“What’s your reasoning?” Dante asked.

“I’ve actually received a message on Facebook from a woman I used to date. She knows I’m prospecting—though I haven’t told her much, keeping within the club guidelines. She’s seen the cut,” he shrugged.

“I’m failing to see the relevance here.”

“Well…” he grinned. “She thinks Nico is shagging her roommate.”

“I think we found the relevance,” I said, nodding my head in approval.

“You’re relieved of all duties for the foreseeable,” Dante said. “I want all your focus on this, Mike.”

“Can do, boss,” he said, practically preening under Dante’s attention.

“You have presidential permission to remove your cut where necessary. Wine her, dine her, make her feel like the goddamn world starts and ends with her. Hell, wine and dine the roommate as well, for all I care. Get what you need and report back to me instantly. Doesn’t matter the time of day.”

“Roger that.”

“Anyone else?”

The room stayed quiet.

“I’m about to bring this to an end, brothers,” he warned, his gavel hovering in the air.

I looked around the table, seeing open and honest faces. Dante looked at me and I nodded, letting him know that I was happy with where we were at. No one seemed to be hiding anything.

“Well, if that’s everything, I think this brings the meeting to an end.”

He banged his gavel on the table. “Let’s go fuck some shit up, brothers.”