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“It’s concert security, not rocket science,” she said, taking a little dig at my profession. “What can’t be discussed over thephone?”
“You ever promoted an event this big?” I dug rightback.
She didn’t respond. But the answer was no, she’d never promoted an event this big, and we both knewit.
She sucked in her cheeks as she drew a breath, and pushed out her full, round lips, lookingannoyed.
Jesusfuck, thoselips.
“We’ll set something up,” she finally agreed, fucking vaguely, and got into Bishop’scar.
I watched them drive off, knowing exactly threethings.
One, I was gonna see Roni againsoon.
Two, until I did, Bane would watch herback.
And three, there was no way in fuck Taze was getting anywhere near her, everagain.
I was right in the first place; I had to protect her from that dumbass piece oftrash.
Bane had already called in, and I’d given him Roni’s address and his instructions. He was taking over for Lex on my little surveillance project. He’d be at Roni’s place by the time Bishop dropped her there. Watching. Reporting in tome.
Con had another brother, Maddox, helping him with histask.
And Lex was onstandby.
I was gonna deal with Taze, and Lex was gonna help me do it. That comment about the teeth? Not goingunanswered.
Contrary to what most people might assume by looking at me, I was not a violent man. I didn’t have half the temper of my brother or a lot of the other bikers I knew. I didn’t particularly subscribe, without exception, to the “an eye for an eye…” mentality of dealing withgrievances.
But I was aKing.
A death threat against a member of my club could not goignored.
Taze had crossed one hell of an ugly line last night. Me dealing with it without telling my brother, my club President, and the rest of my club was crossing another ugly line. But I would not bring violence down on my brother, in any way. I was not gonna let Taze start a fucking war over thisbullshit.
The Kings had enough bullshit to dealwith.
So I was gonna deal with Tazemyself.
I was definitely gonna deal with Roni first,though.
Not sure yet what that was gonna entail other than feeling her out and going from there. This New Year’s Eve event gave me an opening, but getting a throbbing hard-on in the middle of a business meeting didn’t really go hand-in-hand with keeping thingsprofessional.
Well, fuckprofessional.
I pulled out my phone and sent her atext.
Meet me at Cardero’s.8pm.
Chapter Eight
Roni
Meet me at Cardero’s.8pm.
I kept staring at the text on my phone, like I was making sure it wouldn’t just evaporate or I hadn’t hallucinated it. It had come in as soon as I left Jessa’s place, from a number I didn’trecognize.
