Page 56 of Jett

“Prez, you okay? We’ve been trying to call and some of the boys were getting worried.”

“I’m fine. I’m with Raine.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Not like that, arsehole. Her husband passed away last night.”

“Husband?”

Shit. I forgot that wasn’t common knowledge.

I take a deep breath and rub at my eyes, staring at the buildings across the way with their balconies all facing one another. I chose this place because while it may not offer a whole lot in privacy, Raine would be safe here.

“Yeah, her husband.”

“Fuck, Prez. I didn’t even know the bitch was married.”

“Well you do now. Listen, you can hold things down at the club for a few days, right? I’m not leaving her alone.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I need to come and get some shit: clothes, deodorant—so she doesn’t kick my stinky arse out. Do you think Ivy would keep Raine company while I’m gone?”

“Why don’t I just have her bring the shit to you?”

“She gonna appreciate you making her my errand bitch?”

“She’ll appreciate it later when I pull her hair, spank her arse, and tell her to call me Daddy.”

“Too much fucking information, arsehole.”

He chuckles. “You want us to send food too?”

“Nah, we’ll order in, or I’ll drive her to the store myself.” I breathe a sigh of relief. Tank is my VP for a reason. He has my motherfucking back when no one else would, and he’s probably the only other brother I trust to keep the club running and my boys in line while I’m gone. They’ll answer to him, they’ll respect him, and if they don’t, they’ll be dealt with when I get back. “Where are we with those Arian arseholes?”

“It’s all quiet on the ranch. We got no leads. The Devils ain’t got jack shit. Country might have a way in though. Some guy he did time with in state. Thinks it’s right up his alley. Raphe’s tagging along for the meet.”

“Alright, let me know when you hear something.”

“Sure thing, boss. I’ll text when Ivy’s on her way with your shit.”

I laugh. “Assuming she hasn’t cut off your dick and both your hands.”

“Might be fun to see her try,” he says, and I end the call before I can hear any more about it. Ivy was my best girl before Tank decided her junkie arse was worth saving—the brothers almost killed one another over the girls who were left in my employ after Ivy was taken off the table. I’m surprised Tank trusts her at all around the club brothers. It’d eat me up inside knowing my woman had fucked every brother in that club, but Tank and Ivy? They’re the shit biker fairy tales are made of.

I chuckle at that stupid-arsed sentiment and shake my head. I need more sleep.

When I head inside and climb back into bed, Raine startles. “Jett?”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m here.”

“Don’t leave me. Please? I know you have more important things to do but—”

“Nothing is more important than you, darlin’.”

She sniffs and I wipe away her bout of fresh tears. “How did we get here? Both of us widowed before fifty?”

I shake my head and sigh. “Just lucky, I guess.”