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“He’s eyeballs deep in club shit right now,” she said. “I’m not bothering him. I’ll just grab something on my way into the office.” Thyrie ran a security firm with her best friend, Silas, who had served in the military with Thyrie—and who I wasalmostsure Malachi had a thing for. But that was how she and Hyramhad met. Not too long ago, Digg’s old lady, Frankie, who was also Hyram’s little sister, was being targeted by some creep at their daughter’s preschool, so Hyram put a protection detail on her and Teeny, Frankie’s little girl, and that protection detail happened to be Thyrie.

And she and Hyram just couldn’t help but hook up and fall in love. Honestly though, it was unsurprising considering when it came to sex, Thyrie was no better than a man. In fact, she might be worse.

“Church,” Hyram suddenly called. “Now. Chet, bring your food with you.”

I sighed and pushed off the barstool. William grabbed my plate and coffee, wordlessly heading for the chapel. I followed after him, only a little surprised to see Nolan and Malachi already sitting at the table, coffee mugs in front of both of them.

“Shit,” I whispered. If those two were the first ones seated, that meant something happened.

“Shit is right,” Nolan drawled. He nodded his head in the direction of my chair. “Take a seat.”

11

William

Ileaned back in my seat, my arms crossed over my chest as I waited on Hyram and Nolan to announce why we were all suddenly being summoned into church and why the atmosphere was so fucking tense. Once the doors were shut behind Rurik and he’d taken a seat—the last person to filter into the room—Hyram looked at me.

“The Savage Dreams MC put a hit out on Chet’s head. An eye for an eye.” It wasn’t anything I hadn’t already figured out. I’d always known they were coming after Chet. But having it set in stone pissed methe fuck off.

Chet slowly set his fork down on his plate and pushed it away. I didn’t say a fucking word, but inside, I wasseething. How fuckingdarethey come aftermyhusband? They’d already targeted him once with the threat of sharingeverythingthat’d happened to him, and they saw what that cost them. Now, they had the goddamn audacity to put ahitonmy man’s head?

“What’s the plan then?” Chet asked, looking at Hyram when I still didn’t say a fucking word.

Rurik caught my gaze across the table, a knowing gleam in his eyes. He already knew no matter what Hyram ordered, I was going to take matters into my own hands. The president of the SDMC was a fucking problem, and I was going to solve it.

“Lay low,” Hyram told him. “You’re on lockdown. You don’t leave this clubhouse. You don’t even get to open a window for fresh air until we can neutralize the threat, understand?”

Chet looked at me. For once, I was in agreement with Hyram. Chet wentnowhere. So, I dipped my chin, silently telling him he needed to follow those orders. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair as well. Leaning forward, I grabbed his plate and moved it closer to him. “Eat,” I muttered. Grabbing his fork, I placed it in his hand. “Now is not the time to test me, Chet,” I warned him when he opened his mouth to no doubt tell me he wasn’t hungry anymore.

Something in my voice had him pausing. Then, he sighed and obediently began to eat again, albeit slowly. I didn’t say anything though. So long as he was eating, that was fine.

“Rurik will need to do some digging,” Hyram continued. “We’ll need all the facts before we create any plan of action. Buteveryoneneeds to be aware that the SDMC are playing dirty over a very simple fucking issue.”

“Not even an issue in the first place,” Malachi drawled, shrugging his shoulders in a careless manner. “He’s just trying to compare dick sizes.”

If that was the case, the president of the SDMC was about to find out my dick was a hell of a lot fucking bigger.

“Think Thyrie can do some digging, too?” Malachi continued. “Better to have two eyes than just one.”

“Think I’m not good enough to find it on my own?” Rurik spoke up, arching a single brow at Malachi. Malik sighed, rolling his eyes, then jumped, shooting Rurik a surprised yet annoyed look. No doubt, Rurik had done something to bring his man back in line that the rest of us couldn’t see.

“Sometimes you’ve got your head too far up Malik’s ass to get anything done,” Malachi retorted. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not, but that was Malachi. Always hard to tell if he was being serious or trying to tell a joke.

“It’s a nice ass.” Rurik shrugged.

Nolan snorted. Hyram sighed, annoyed. “Stop bullshitting. I’ll talk to Thyrie. Rurik, please start digging as soon as possible.”

Rurik hummed, an amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Let me find my way out of Malik’s ass first.”

That time, it was Malik’s turn to sigh.

Hyram stared at Rurik for a moment, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then grunted and pushed back from the table, muttering something under his breath I didn’t catch before he opened the door and left the chapel. Sometimes, it was best to not say anything to Rurik. The man could keep up with his retorts for fuckingdays.

“Go shower,” I told Chet when I saw he’d at least attempted to finish half his plate. “I’ll be up in a few.”

He nodded and grabbed his plate and coffee before leaving the room. Rurik sent Malik on his way, staying behind until he and Iwere the only two in the room. He shut the door, then flipped the lock to ensure we had privacy.

“You’ve got a plan,” he mused, eyeing me with curiosity. Sometimes, Rurik reminded me of a cat—cunning, too curious for his own fucking good, and deadly enough when needed.