Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 12

As soon as we pull up at the clubhouse, I climb off and storm inside not even waiting for her to get off my bike. I’m at the bar in seconds when the others come in.

“Church! I meant it,” Sly calls out. Thank fuck for that. I take my bottle and head toward the door when she comes in. She smiles at me and walks off toward my room. As soon as I step into the room, the questions fire off.

“How the fuck did she know where we were?” Sly’s eyes are cold and full of anger. I can’t say that I blame him in this situation either.

“No fuckin’ idea. I was wonderin’ that the whole way back,” I tell him bringing the bottle to my lips and taking a long pull.

“She followin’ you?” I shrug. “Don’t she have a day job?”

“Yeah. She works with the department of family services. She gets off at like five or somethin’.”

“So, she could have followed us,” Sly grumbles under his breath.

“Suppose so. I’ll talk to her.”

“Yeah you will,” Gauge adds with a slight smirk.

“Fuck you.”

“Enough. We need to talk about what Avery said. Others in the PD know. We don’t have connections with all of them. That’s gonna pose a risk,” Sly says looking around the room. He’s right and that’s not a good thing. We have connections all over the state, but our local boys haven’t really been playing nice lately. We lost a lot of good guys when they moved up in rank and out to better areas. It’s put a fucking strain on our relationships with the rest of the locals.

“Take them all out,” I say leaning back in my chair. All eyes come to rest on me.

“The whole department?” Shaft chuckles.

“Why not? Ain’t none of them worth a fuck. If we don’t have any we trust in there, what’s the fuckin’ use in keepin’ them around?” It’s a valid question. Avery was about the only one that bent to our will and now that he’s dead, we don’t need the rest. A new group will be brought in and we can work our fucking magic with them when the time comes.

“That will take some plannin’. What are you thinkin’?” Sly asks looking to me.

“We blow it. Find out when they have meetin’s that everyone attends. Blow them to hell and wave,” I say with a shrug.

“How are we gonna get that information with Avery dead?” The guys look around before coming back to me. I already know the answer to that and she’s currently sitting in my fucking room more than likely naked and waiting.

“Lauren works closely with the cops. She’ll know,” I add.

“You think she’s just gonna give you that information?” Shaft asks not sounding too confident. Hell, after the way I’ve been treating her I’m not all that sure either. I scrub my hand over my face, tugging at my beard.

“Fuck if I know. She’s pissed at me for blowin’ her off. I’m not tryin’ to keep her around, Prez. I’m tryin’ to get rid of her.”

“For the other one?” Gauge asks.

“Not your fuckin’ business,” I growl.

“I don’t give two shits who you sink your cock in, Wolf! I care about this fuckin’ club! You need to climb back in that pussy of hers to get what we need, then you do it with a motherfuckin’ smile on your face. You get me?” His anger is loud and clear but forcing me to be with her? That’s pretty fucked up.

“Fuck you! I ain’t dealin’ with her shit just for some intel. I’ll find another way,” I huff. Sly rises from his chair, his hands braced on the table in front of him.

“You’re a part of this club, Wolf. You take fuckin’ orders just like the rest of them do. And I’m orderin’ your ass to deal with the fuckin’ bitch until we get what we damn well need from her.” His tone is deadly and clear. Looks like I’m stuck with this bitch for a while longer.