Page 59 of Falcon

“So, you summon me like a dog to heel, but you’re here partying?” I glared at the two board members I recognised and then at the three men with them.

“We will be lodging a complaint. Now what is this about?” Luca demanded. Marcus Strone, one of the board members, sipped from his glass and held my gaze.

“We witnessed that farce on social media.”

“And? The drugs test, both of them, were negative,” I snarled.

“But you caused scandal…”

“I did nothing. That cunt, Skye Golding, whom you hired, brought shit to your image. Have you sacked her for her behaviour? No. When you do, come back, and we’ll talk. I was her victim, and I won’t be your scapegoat.”

“Falcon. We’re not here for the blame game. We’re here to conduct a drug test and then to sit with you at a table and have a press conference. Falcon, we’ve come to defend you and update the public. After an investigation, Skye Golding has been released from her contract for her behaviour,” Thomas Carrey, the second board member, said.

“Then why the fuck did he just throw shit in my face?”

“Because he’s an asshole; I’m not. Let’s go upstairs, get this crap done, and then we’ve got a press conference booked for two,” Thomas replied.

I swapped glances with Luca, who nodded. The briefing might get this shit off your back. You know we’ve had the press hanging around despite you doing your best to ignore them.”

What was wrong with that? I hated talking to those assholes. They always came back to my Native American heritage and me being in an MC. I didn’t have a problem; they did. Guess it’s time to piss in a cup—again.

Myka

Penny found Falcon’s expression amusing as we watched TV and was laughing hard. I recognised the emotion Falcon was displaying even though I’d not witnessed it before. Falcon was seriously pissed and ready to take offence.

“Oh boy,” Penny chortled. “Falcon loathes press conferences.”

We were watching live, and beside Falcon sat Luca. Reporters were throwing questions at Falcon, who ignored them. But I swear he was grinding his teeth. I listened as the man called Thomas stated that Falcon had voluntarily submitted to another drug test today, which had come back clean. Thomas continued to explain that due to her untrue allegations and bias, Skye Golding had been dismissed. Several reporters demanded to know whether Skye had messed up Falcon’s injury and made it worse.

Others wanted the latest dirt on Timothy Chambers. The second board member, Marcus, announced they wouldn’t indulge in gossip. However, Marcus pointed out Falcon had already made the team by the time Chambers was dismissed. Falcon threw a few one-word answers at reporters as Luca looked more and more amused.

“How would your grandfather feel about this scandal?”

“What’s my grandfather got to do with this?” Falcon demanded.

“His ancestry…”

Falcon stood up. “And we’re done. Why do you idiots insist on making everything about ethnicity?” And with that, Falcon left the room.

“Oh boy. He really hates the race bullshit,” Penny sighed.

“I don’t blame him. How rude to ask that. And isn’t his granddad in the National Chapter?”

“Yup. And Apache would scalp them,” Penny grinned.

Don’t piss Falcon’s grandfather off; I made the mental note.

“Oh well, at least Skye has been called publicly on her behaviour. What would you like to do now?”

“Falcon told me some of what’s happened. Can you tell me more? I want to know everything before I commit to anything,” I asked.

Penny nodded and began to explain a lot of stuff Falcon had missed out.

Falcon

We stopped off in town as Luca wanted to check a tattoo he was having designed. We parked our bikes outside the parlour and were just about to enter when a screech interrupted us.

“Fuckin’ hell, now what?” Luca demanded grumpily.