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She heeds my advice and looks at Ice. “I always wondered why you had sent for him after you were arrested. Now I understand.” She turns back toward me. “So you two have always kept in touch?”
“Yes, I was the reason Michael and Ice met and formed the alliance they have now.” My phone beeps. Once I get it out of my pocket, I look down and see it’s Michael. Holding my phone up and turning toward Ice, I say, “Speak of the devil.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’, but we need to take this call,” Ice says.
“Oh, okay,” she says as she gets up. She kisses Ice on the cheek and whispers, “I love you.” She turns toward me and says, “From the minute you arrived, I felt a connection to you. I’m glad you’re here, Sainte.” Emma scurries out of his office, Hobbes following close behind her. I return to the phone.
“Hey, Mikey, what’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to check in and see how Ice was taking the news about Romeo. I promised him he could have Romeo, and I feel bad.”
“Actually, I haven’t had a chance, but no worries, I got this.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you. Let me know if there is a problem.”
“You got it.”
Michael disconnects the line.
“What was that about?”
I hesitate. “Well, I didn’t get a chance to tell you yet.”
“What?”
“Romeo is dead.”
“He what?” He leans forward in his chair. “He fuckin’ promised me.”
I nod. “I know, I know, but shit happened last night.” I proceed to tell Ice everything Michael told me earlier. When I’m done, I finish by saying, “It couldn’t be avoided.”
He sits back down. “Yeah, I get it. But fuck, I wanted the pleasure of seeing the life leave his eyes. It’s his fault Hawk is gone.”
“I know, man, but the consolation is Romeo is lying in fragments in a trash bag somewhere.”
He smirks. “Yeah, that is a nice thought.” He hesitates and then says, “So, while we are here, what do you make of this whole Honey situation? That girl has been with this club for years now, and she has always been the first one up. It’s not like her to sleep late.” He pulls out two cigars and hands me one. He lights his and then hands me the lighter. “And, I walked in on her and Emma earlier today. She fucking snapped at my girl. I wanted to throttle her, but I waited and watched as Emma set her straight.” He shrugs. “I have to say, I was pretty damn proud of my girl.”
“Let me see what I can find out.” I take a hit on my cigar. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, what?”
“Do you think that Hawk’s dying drove her to start using again?”
He smirks. “I was thinking the same thing, and if she is, God help her. That is one thing I will not tolerate here.”
“I know. Let me talk to her.”
“Fine.” He takes another hit of his cigar. “Fuck, we haven’t been home twenty-four hours and shit hits the fan.”
Chapter 6
Honey
“Dinner’s ready,” I call toward the common area of the clubhouse. Ice and Sainte emerge from his office and walk toward me. “Emma and I are gonna have dinner at home tonight, Honey, but thanks.”
“I fuckin’ made dinner for everyone!” I snap.
Ice grabs my arm. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” His eyes narrow as he glares at me. Oh fuck, he’s pissed.
