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“Who your prez takes to his bed is none of your fucking business. None of any of our business.”
Aloha nodded in agreement, backing me up in putting the new kid in his place. “Prez loves his family, bro. Pull your fucking head in.”
Ratchet dropped his gaze to his lap, suitably chastised.
Aloha nodded, satisfied, then leaned over and put his mouth to my ear. “You think they are though? You know? Making the boom-boom, bang-bang?”
I shoved him away, and he shifted back to his side of the couch with a chuckle.
War and Hawk had been best friends for as long as I’d been a part of this club. But there was nothing sexual between them. There was no spark. No chemistry. Nothing like the blazing connection War had with Scythe.
My phone buzzed, and it was a welcome distraction from staring at the door. We’d all been told not to leave. We were waiting on some sort of big announcement, and I had a feeling I knew what it was. But sitting around with nothing to do made me antsy.
If my brothers needed me, I’d be here. I owed them that after everything they’d done for me.
But there was a sexy little brunette waiting for me elsewhere, and she was a hell of a lot prettier than Ratchet and Aloha’s ugly mugs.
Rebel: You coming home tonight?”
Fuck, I loved it when she said ‘home’ like that. Like it was mine too, even though I didn’t officially live there. She was my home, and I think she was finally beginning to understand that.
Fang: Probably unlikely at this stage. Something is brewing.
Rebel: So you haven’t seen Kian tonight then?”
I frowned at the screen.
Fang: No? Should I have?”
Rebel: He didn’t come home either.
I glanced at the time on the top corner of my screen. It was after midnight. Though it wasn’t unusual for me or Rebel to still be awake, Kian got up so early to work out that he normally disappeared into his room well before this time.
Fang: Maybe he’s out partying?
Rebel: Or maybe he got laid.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Fang: Doubtful. If he’s not in your bed, Vaughn’s is the only other one worth checking.
Rebel: I’m in Vaughn’s room. Definitely no naked Kian in here unless he’s hiding under the bed.
A tiny tinge of jealousy pulled at my emotions. Fucking hell. I wanted her well taken care of. I wanted her to have more than just me because I knew she needed it. I didn’t want anyone clipping her wings. I’d watched my father do that to my mother, and fuck, if I was ever going to be like him. I wanted Rebel to have whatever she wanted, and if that meant she was naked in Vaughn’s bed right now, that didn’t matter.
A second later my phone buzzed, and an image of Rebel and Vaughn popped up. They were both fully clothed. Rebel beamed at the camera. Vaughn flipped it the bird with a scowl.
Rebel: We’re funeral planning. Went to the graveyard and picked out plots earlier.
Fang: Grim.
Something had been playing on my mind ever since the day Vaughn had called me and told me to hightail it home to get Rebel off. I shifted slightly on the couch and willed my dick to keep itself under control at just the thought of the sex we’d had that night.
I had to take a couple of deep breaths before I could write my question.
Fang: Has Vaughn watched the tape?
Rebel: He said he started, but didn’t get far. I don’t know if he watched any more.