Page 14 of Unruly Defender

But the bottom line stays the same, I fought dirty but I needed to get things done and to keep Gracy safe along with it.

I can justify it in every direction but if someone should hint or say something.

.. Gracy would think I used her to get what I want and it won’t matter that my feelings for her are legit.

Even if I just met her, she’s the one woman who ignites feelings inside me I never knew I had or wanted.

Let’s just hope everything goes smooth and we can move forward.

“They’re comin’ for you, asshole,” Rush grunts.

“What did you do? Break out of jail? Was it worth it? Because you’re going back and I’m here to fucking stay and do with this club as I please.

This club is mine. My father assured me everything would be mine one day but he never had the guts to stand up and take it.

I have. I’m the new generation setting a new course. ”

“You’re insane, Rush. Your father was my father’s VP, his friend, a founding member.

This club was built for brotherhood. Family.

Loyalty. Your father like mine had great plans in mind and both of them had their eye set on the future.

None of it involved drugs or a dictatorship.

You’re the one fucking up, wanting the money in your hand and the coke up your nose.

Everything you do taints your already twisted brain.

Our fathers are turning in their graves knowing the shit you did. ”

“You’ve always had your head in the sand, Henley.

My father was using the club to make quick cash exactly the way I’ve been doing.

When he died, I took over that side of the family business so to say.

And with the whole two birds, one stone.

..getting your father finally out of the way along with it, I had the chance to step up and expand.

That’s what I’ve been doing, expanding business.

Evolve. It’s how shit’s done, but my father didn’t understand either.

Now, get out of my fucking clubhouse and crawl back to your jail cell where you belong.

And don’t think the little cunt beside you will be any help.

I know she’s the daughter of Spencer Lightners but let me tell you.

..that fucker is in bed with me. I’m the one with the right connections.

Seeing the cunt’s time is ticking away as we speak, dear old Spencer will finally have it all, and she won’t be an issue anymore either.

With Spencer being my partner in crime so to say, that right there gives me privilege over you.

I guess that gives me all the right to be the one boning his daughter, don’t you think?

Better hand her over too then, pretty boy. ”

I see red and launch myself forward to kill this asshole with my bare hands but I’m being held back by Yates.

This doesn’t stop Rush from spilling some more words when he leans in and says, “Look at you, isn’t that the story of your life?

Being held back by everything while others take what’s there for the taking.

Be fucking glad I put you in a jail cell because my own damn sister wanted you to live because she has this stupid crush on you.

I gave in because Nikki played out her part and I need her from time to time, but if it was up to me, I’d give you the same treatment I gave your father and mine. ”

“Motherfucker,” I roar and fight my VP because Rush just openly admitted to killing my father as well as his own.

“Get a hold of yourself, Henley,” Yates growls in my ear. “The cops just came inside. If you attack him you’re going to jail too. Calm. Down.”

Gracy plasters herself against me and I instantly wrap my arms around her.

“Better come here, sugar. Daddy will be more pleased if you’d ride my cock instead of this jailbait,” Rush rumbles.

Yates’ back is in front of me as he’s facing Rush and jabs his chest before I can so much as blink.

“You’re the one with your head in the sand, asshole.

Because Spencer Lightners isn’t connected with this woman by blood.

But you know who is? Clemente Dimentello.

Now that name rings a fucking bell so loud your ears bleed, don’t you think?

Yeah, who’s fucked now, huh? You asshole, because Henley here is the only one with the right connections thanks to the old lady he just claimed. ”

Fuck. Why the hell did Yates have to say that last part?

I feel Gracy tense up in my arms and when I glance down and stare into her eyes, they are filled with hurt and confusion.

I know everything is about to shatter and I can’t do shit to stop it because the DEA is bursting through the door and starting to yell out demands.

It takes over an hour for the clubhouse to get back to normal when the DEA finally leaves.

Rush is gone and I need to get back into the main clubhouse because all of us were taken apart one by one to get checked over and have our personal information taken and for sure they took their time checking me.

When I stalk back into the main room, I glance over every head but don’t see Gracy.

Rhett steps closer and asks, “What do you need, Pres?”

“My old lady, did you see where she went?”

Rhett shakes his head and leans over the bar. “Hudson, did you see if Pres’ old lady left or know where she might be?”

Hudson stalks over to me. “I didn’t pay attention. Maybe she’s in the bathroom, you know how chicks are.”

I hear laughter and see it’s Maxton lifting his beer at me. “She left you. Walked right out the door after the DEA left. Bet the bitch served her purpose and is done with your sorry ass.”

“Out,” I growl. “Leave your cut and get the fuck out of here.”

Hudson rounds the bar and is standing in front of Maxton before I can say another word. Rhett is beside him and starts to pull at Maxton’s cut.

“You don’t deserve to wear this,” Rhett sneers. “Finally, I don’t have to look at your ugly face anymore or hear your stupid shit.”

Maxton rips away from Rhett’s grip and shrugs out of his cut, throwing it on the floor before Hudson’s feet.

“You’re all dead. Mark my fucking words. Rush will be out later today and we’ll end you fuckers once and for all,” Maxton spits and stomps out of the clubhouse.

Hudson glances over his shoulder at me. “I’m going to make sure that asshole leaves and then I’m going to reset the code for the gate. Anyone else we need to kick out? Den or Banjo? Those two fuckers are always...wait. Where did they go?”

“I saw them both leave right after the DEA left,” Rhett says. “Good riddance. Those four were always setting the rules and took away any options for taking stuff to the table.”

Yates comes to stand next to me. “Like you mentioned, Hudson, reset the security code and make sure only the four of us know the code. The two of you can take turns keeping an eye on who goes in and out. Needless to say, none of those four fuckers are allowed back in.”

“You got it, VP,” Hudson states and rushes out the door.

“Rhett, get a prospect to manage the bar, and another one to round everyone up. I need every member in church within the next ten minutes. Time for a meeting so I can get all of you up to speed about things,” I grunt and Rhett jumps into action.

I give my attention to Yates. “I need to know where Gracy is. And fuck, man...you shouldn’t have said that part about me having the right connections by claiming Gracy.

You basically said I claimed her because of it. ”

“Shit,” Yates grunts and slides his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t think. I just wanted that asshole to know he didn’t stand a chance against you. She has to be around here somewhere, right?”

“Maxton said Gracy walked out the door right after the DEA left. And so did Den and Banjo. Maxton just walked out that damn door too. What if they take her, or fuck...what if they already took her? Dammit.” I grab my phone and dial her number.

It rings four times before she picks up.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she snaps.

“Where are you?” I growl in return.

“Home. Don’t bother coming over. You’re a real grade A asshole, Henley. I don’t ever—”

The line goes dead and I pull the phone away from my ear to call her again but instead I see my phone’s dead. Dammit, what fucking timing. I don’t even have her damn number because it’s only saved in my phone.

“Fuck,” I roar in frustration. Though, at least I know she arrived home safely, even if she’s pissed at me.