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At my side, Elodie began to shake her head so violently that her dark curls hit her in the face. “No, I don't believe that. Medicine has come a long way.”
“Maybe six months ago he could have been helped, but not now. All we can do now is respect his wishes.”
“And what are they?”
“That he can die in peace. With dignity.”
I wanted to scoff, to argue how improbable, how impossible that was, but at the last minute, I shut my mouth. “Ok.”
Elodie glared at me. “Ok?” She tore her hand out of mine. “Is that all you have to say, Elliot?” She used my real name, which was never a good sign. “You’re just okay with dad dying and—” A sob ripped its way out of her mouth. She clamped her hand over her lips before any others could escape. That was Elodie all over. She hated showing any form of weakness. We were very much alike in that way. Maybe it was something in our DNA, or maybe it was the way we had been raised.
“You’re a heartless son of a bitch.”
I stared at her. She was angry, but I couldn’t guarantee that she didn’t mean that. It wasn’t like I was exactly white and fluffy around people. Well, apart from around Kate.
Kate. I glanced at my watch. She would be expecting me, and I was already late. Late on her birthday. On the one day of the year that I should be on time. No, that was wrong. For her, I never wanted to be late.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just in shock.” Reaching out, she hugged me awkwardly. “Ok.” Taking a deep breath, she set her shoulders. “Well, what happens now?” She glanced around the table, her eyes moving to all the Savage Sons that had gathered. Decisions needed to be made. Decisions that could affect every man around the table. Our president was sick; he was dying.
“Will there be a vote?” A voice spoke out from the other end of the table.
Domino didn’t react. “Ghost wants the next president to be his son. Legacy.”
I shook my head and addressed them all. “I don’t want to run the club. I don’t care if my father and grandpa did. This isn’t how we work. Domino is VP.” I nodded towards the older man. “He’s in charge until a vote can be called.”
“I’ll call no vote yet.” Domino looked at each man in turn before letting his eyes fall on me and Elodie, who shouldn’t even really be sitting at the table. She wasn’t club. The only reason she was allowed was that everyone respected her. She was Ghost's daughter and that came with a little wiggle room. “Ghost remains our president.”
The same man who had spoken up, grumbled, and I pushed my chair back angrily.
Domino held up a hand. “Sit down, Legacy. Ghost isn’t dead yet, there will be no damn vote. Is that agreed?” He looked around. The faces around the table nodded in agreement. “Good.”
An uneasy silence fell around the table. No one spoke.
“I’m going to phone Jax.” Elodie stood up. Reaching down, she touched my shoulder. “And I need to shower.”
“Use my room.” I barely looked in her direction. Of course, Elodie would want to check in with her husband, but she also knew that we had business to discuss, and it was business she had no part of.
“I’m going out to dinner with Kate later if you want to join us?”
For a minute, my little sister stared down at me and then she gave a small smile. “I'm going to go and see Dad, but tomorrow I want to meet this lady of yours, big brother.” Bending, she kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you all after church.”
Domino waited until the door shut behind her to speak. I listened quietly, but my mind was miles away. On a pretty redhead that would be all dressed up and waiting for me to take her to dinner.
Chapter Fifteen
Kate
“Hi, I’m Kate.” I stared at the man at the gate. I didn’t know him. But that wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t like I was good friends with the Sons. Only a few of them I even knew by name or had even spoken to properly, such as Pocket and Duke.
The man looked at me, puffing on the cigarette dangling between his lips. He had on the same leather cut that they all wore, but his said prospect on it. I knew what that meant, the lowest on the totem pole.
He continued to stare at me. I shifted from foot to foot, my heels pinching my toes as I wondered if this was a mistake. I knew Legacy was busy, but when he hadn’t turned up at the arranged time, it had popped into my head to surprise him. I was starting to doubt that decision now. Glancing behind me, I frowned. The street was empty. The cab I had taken had already disappeared. I cursed myself for not asking the driver to wait.
“You’re Legacy’s woman,” the prospect said at last. His eyes, which had been lingering on my tits, snapped up to my face. “His old lady.”
“Yeah.” That wasn’t exactly true, not yet at least, but it was a small thing to quibble over. I flashed him a smile. “I wanted to surprise him,” I added.
Again, the prospect's eyes darted down to my breasts. He ground out the cigarette under his boot and promptly took another from the pack, letting it dangle from his lips for a second as he stared at me. “Legacy is at church.”
