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Puck

“Table, brother.” Cam, an unlit cigarette stuck to his lip, smacked a hand on my shoulder, and nodded toward the tribute hall.

He broke through the dirty fantasies I’d been tossing around. Jester’d practically crawled all over Kenna. I should be jealous, I wasn’t, couldn’t fault him for wanting something so delicious. Not when I couldn’t have her myself.

But the hungry look on her face left me halfway hard and pissed when Cam interrupted my train of thought.

“For what?” I hated the bitchy tone to my voice.

Hell, those of us here—half of them were three sheets to the wind.

It was a weekend. Admittedly, I was annoyed because I was waiting to see if Kenna would chase Jester down, or what, come for me?

But why? She wasn’t mine. AP had made it clear to stay away.

I had enough shit. But the idea of sinking balls deep into that tight little body.

I adjusted my cock as I took my seat.

The other guys filed in one by one. Cam was back, but the table was still pretty lean. He sat in the VP’s seat, smoking a cigarette and scrolling through his phone. Jester rolled in last, cheeks a little red and pulling his hair back.

“Yo, David’s new ole lady—she needs someone to teach her a lesson.”

And he would know all about doing that.

“Give her a go, then.” Cam grinned and crushed out his cigarette. “Pretty sure she won’t be at David’s long.”

“Brother…” Jester sat across from me, waggled his eyebrows. “It ain’t his ole lady I want to educate .”

“What did I say about the girl?” AP rolled his eyes, but his tone joked.

Jester held up his hands. “I’m just sayin’, I wouldn’t say no. Technically , you didn’t tell me to stay away, and I am Ghost’s sponsor.”

Ghost’s property was Jester’s property. Bike. Money. Girl, even if she was his ex and wasn’t full patch. All of it. If he’d been a full patch, even his ex ole lady usually stayed off limits. Ghost wasn’t even a full patch yet. None of it mattered.

But that didn’t stop the surge of jealousy kicking up dust inside me. The woman made my damn head spin. Fucking Kenna would make being Ghost’s sponsor worth it. I couldn’t blame Jester.

“About that.” Cam glanced at AP, who nodded.

“Been some weird shit going down in the Bends. Lawnmower Jay’s been blowing my shit up.

People coming in and out that ain’t from here.

A couple of construction crews. I got some questions.

Preacher’d already wormed his way in there with the little bastard.

Me and AP were talking—what if we send Ghost in undercover? ”

Dekes made a curious noise in his throat. Jester’s affable energy shifted to something more intense. “And if he turns?”

“All he knows is Preacher and Paul didn’t run south,” Cam said. “He feeds them a version of what really happened, says he’s running scared.”

“He grew up with them and to be real, it probably isn’t that big of a stretch.” Every time one of us walked by the slimy fuck, he almost jumped out of his skin. I was of the mind this could be a good idea and would keep him the fuck away from Kenna.

“Planting a mole in with the peckerwoods, all in favor?” AP raised the gavel.

In unison, we said aye.

“Go get the kid,” AP told Jester, who stood and slipped out the door.

He was back before I could do more than stretch, Ghost skulking in behind him, head down.

Not that I blamed him. I’d be nervous as fuck, too. We’d all heard his sob story of just doing what Preacher told him, with no way to tell any of us what was really happening. I still called bullshit on that. Ghost was anyone’s dog who’d pet him.

Today, that was AP.

“Listen, son, we told you before it’s all about proving yourself to us.” He rocked back in the president’s chair and folded his hands behind his head. “Cam here has a way for you to do that.”

Ghost’s eyes flicked almost eagerly to Cam.

“You still got ins with the peckerwoods?” Cam asked.

“Maybe, but with Preach gone, they’ll probably cut me if I showed up.”

“What if you told them I shot Preacher? That you were afraid I’d come for you?”

He contemplated that and shrugged. “Hell, might work. Wanda’s boys ain’t the brightest.”

“You in?” Jester asked him.

“This prove I’m a King and get me my patch?” Hope lit in his eyes.

“Yup. I’m the swing vote, and this would prove it to me,” Cam said.

“Let’s fucking go, then.”

Jester took his patch and Cam went to that side of the table, hashing out the details. This was his show. I sat back, hit the blunt, and thought of the connotations. When they finally ushered him from the chapel, I glanced over to AP.

“This mean Kenna’s up for grabs?”

He rubbed a tired hand over his face. “Not like it mattered, but yeah.”

“Good.” Standing, Jester leaned down on his outstretched hands. “Because Puck already finger blasted her in the bathroom.”

“Jesus Christ, Jester.” I closed my eyes and winced.

“Brother, half the clubhouse heard it.” Cam snorted from the door. “That one’s got louder pipes than Vance and Hines.”

“Jealous?” Jester playfully shoved him in the shoulder. “Princess quiet as a mouse?”

Cam’s grin was wolfish—that Jester could even joke about Riley now was proof of the cancerous hold Preacher had on the club.

A few months ago, I’d have been peeling Cam off him.

“Shit, let me get her the fuck out of here, and I’ll let you know.

You can stand out in the street. I’ll leave a window open so you can eavesdrop. ”

They walked out together, Dekes right behind them. Leaving me with the Merricks.

“What’s the deal with the girl?” AP asked.

He clearly meant Kenna. Merc said nothing, just hung back for moral support. I hadn’t had a woman in the clubhouse in more than two years. That he was asking, meant he gave a shit.

It also pissed me off.

“Fuck if I know.” I stood, shoved my chair over, and leveled an honest gaze at AP. “But it’s not something you need to worry about.”

Jessica and her addiction had nearly destroyed everything I had. I wouldn’t let that happen again.

The old man grinned, slow and knowing. “Keep telling yourself that, son.” Then stood, stretched, and walked out the door with Merc.

Cam caught me in the hallway, lazing against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Let me holla at you for a minute.”

“Et Tu Brute?”

His laugh was rich. Those who believed the rumor that bikers were uneducated and uncouth had never met Cam Savage. “You’d make one ugly Caeser, brother.”

“Yeah, but you’re about to say something about Kenna, too.”

“Sort of.” He shrugged and lit the cigarette. “How is she?” He asked around the butt of it.

“Seems alright, she’s here.” Which I was glad for.

“She blames herself for that night.”

“I don’t fucking know why. It’s bullshit.” I folded my arms across my chest. The frat party had almost washed over what had happened before the desert rave that night. I’d walked out to that little prick going off on her ass like he’d just caught her cheating on him. That alone had pissed me off.

But when he’d laid his fucking hands on her… I could have killed him. Hell, I still wanted to. God and my brothers knew I could do it.

“Right before that, she came to me at the house. Told me she’d seen Ghost fucking around with some of Wanda’s boys for Preacher.

I fuzzed him up a little about it when I saw him.

” He exhaled the acrid tobacco smoke. “I never told him she’d talked to me or even what she said, but that’s when everything was so fucked up around here.

He assumed it was her. What happened after Desert Lights was as much my fault as his. ”

He dumped the ashes in the can on table beside him. And we didn’t say anything for a while. The music pumped through the clubhouse but the din of conversation around us was waning. People going home or passing out drunk.

And I was itchy for something but refused to admit what it was. Almost made me want to drink, which was something I didn’t do. For a reason. When I did, things got ugly, I lost control. Nobody needed that.

“Whatever you did to get her back, I’m glad.” He stood and slapped a hand on my back. “Because my ole lady wouldn’t have been happy if she’d stayed away much longer.”

“If you only knew, brother.” I snorted and walked with him.

“Yeah?” His blue eyes lit bright and mischievous. “I’ll have to live vicariously from here on out, I’m a one woman kind of man now.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Yeah, everything was right in my world.