expecting this fast, but whatever. We’ll roll with it.”
Axe, the Sergeant at Arms, wolf-whistled and rolled his eyes as he clapped. He wasn’t convinced.
Cole, the grey-haired Vice President, nodded. “I think it sounds promising, even if it turns out too good to be true.” He took a drag of his cigar and used his other hand to smack his wife Jenny’s ass when she came to stand beside him.
Axe took a seat and kicked up his feet on a center table. “I’ll believe it when I see it. Kitt and Death Adder have a way of changing their minds.” He grimaced as he seemed to contemplate the wolf shifter MC president. “Somebody remind me of Death Adder’s real name again?”
“Dean Roman,” Silas offered.
“Wasn’t that the name of that dude who killed Caesar?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You know, back in the Roman Empire.”
Tate spoke up. “No, you dumb fuck. That was Brutus.”
“Whatever. I hate the name Roman , that’s all.”
“Fuck you too, asshole. Have you forgotten my last name is Roman too?”
“Shit. Oh yeah. What, are you related to the wolf pack president or what?”
“I’ll fucking cut you, dickface.”
“Half-breed motherfucker,” Axe mumbled just to get a rise out of Tate.
Tate vaulted across the counter and grabbed Axe by the neck. “Do you like your fucking life right now? I’ll fucking end you, brother.”
Even as he choked the man, Axe answered with, “I hit a nerve, didn’t I?”
Cole dragged Tate off and Silas pounded his hand on the counter to get everyone’s attention.
“The fuck? We’ve got business to get to. Now both of you calm the hell down.”
Tate shook off Cole and straightened his cut, returning to his seat at the table.
“Go ahead, Cole.”
Cole shook his head. “Anyway, I was about to ask, what about that little contingent of dragon shifters that showed up out of nowhere lately?”
Silas shrugged and knocked back the shot Tate had poured him. “No idea, bro. They haven’t messed with us so we have to assume they’re friendlies. Riley mentioned he’s tight with one of them now. We can do some intel through him down the road. For now, let’s prep for this truce with the panthers. Death Adder…Dean Roman, not to be confused with Brutus, and not Tate’s relative in any way, shape or form,” he added for Axe’s sake, coughing out a laugh. “Death Adder said he wanted to get into some talks later on too, so when he comes around, we’ll be ready. Getting back to the topic of the panthers, Kitt says he’ll be in touch again with a meeting place. No weapons, all talk, and hopefully some kind of resolution to our fucked up dealings. Until that meeting goes down, no one is to mess with any panthers.”
The old ladies whispered in the corner while the clubhouse erupted into loud chatter. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone including Tate still wanted a piece of their rivals. The only exceptions seemed to be Silas, Cole and Axe. After what he’d done to the club, blowing up half the place then setting a sniper on Silas’s mom, Cindy, blood was called for, or the man’s head on a spike.
“You know how I feel about the motherfucker,” Tate whispered under his breath. “But if this is what you want, I’ll toe the line. I just won’t like it.”
“I bet,” Silas dragged a hand through his hair and grinned, snagging the whiskey bottle.
Then it dawned on Tate. Shit, this new found peace treaty probably meant that he’d have to confess about the slash and dash he did at the bar earlier. Yeah, coming clean would probably be important, but wasn’t ready for Silas to dish out a lecture at a time like this. Axe would get it, but Cole and Silas would hand him his ass on a plate.
Still, waiting could make things worse. He decided he’d pull his brothers aside to the meeting room so they could hear it from him. Maybe Silas could smooth things over with both Kitt Reese and before it got out of hand. Death Adder would have to
Axe, the Sergeant at Arms, wolf-whistled and rolled his eyes as he clapped. He wasn’t convinced.
Cole, the grey-haired Vice President, nodded. “I think it sounds promising, even if it turns out too good to be true.” He took a drag of his cigar and used his other hand to smack his wife Jenny’s ass when she came to stand beside him.
Axe took a seat and kicked up his feet on a center table. “I’ll believe it when I see it. Kitt and Death Adder have a way of changing their minds.” He grimaced as he seemed to contemplate the wolf shifter MC president. “Somebody remind me of Death Adder’s real name again?”
“Dean Roman,” Silas offered.
“Wasn’t that the name of that dude who killed Caesar?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You know, back in the Roman Empire.”
Tate spoke up. “No, you dumb fuck. That was Brutus.”
“Whatever. I hate the name Roman , that’s all.”
“Fuck you too, asshole. Have you forgotten my last name is Roman too?”
“Shit. Oh yeah. What, are you related to the wolf pack president or what?”
“I’ll fucking cut you, dickface.”
“Half-breed motherfucker,” Axe mumbled just to get a rise out of Tate.
Tate vaulted across the counter and grabbed Axe by the neck. “Do you like your fucking life right now? I’ll fucking end you, brother.”
Even as he choked the man, Axe answered with, “I hit a nerve, didn’t I?”
Cole dragged Tate off and Silas pounded his hand on the counter to get everyone’s attention.
“The fuck? We’ve got business to get to. Now both of you calm the hell down.”
Tate shook off Cole and straightened his cut, returning to his seat at the table.
“Go ahead, Cole.”
Cole shook his head. “Anyway, I was about to ask, what about that little contingent of dragon shifters that showed up out of nowhere lately?”
Silas shrugged and knocked back the shot Tate had poured him. “No idea, bro. They haven’t messed with us so we have to assume they’re friendlies. Riley mentioned he’s tight with one of them now. We can do some intel through him down the road. For now, let’s prep for this truce with the panthers. Death Adder…Dean Roman, not to be confused with Brutus, and not Tate’s relative in any way, shape or form,” he added for Axe’s sake, coughing out a laugh. “Death Adder said he wanted to get into some talks later on too, so when he comes around, we’ll be ready. Getting back to the topic of the panthers, Kitt says he’ll be in touch again with a meeting place. No weapons, all talk, and hopefully some kind of resolution to our fucked up dealings. Until that meeting goes down, no one is to mess with any panthers.”
The old ladies whispered in the corner while the clubhouse erupted into loud chatter. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone including Tate still wanted a piece of their rivals. The only exceptions seemed to be Silas, Cole and Axe. After what he’d done to the club, blowing up half the place then setting a sniper on Silas’s mom, Cindy, blood was called for, or the man’s head on a spike.
“You know how I feel about the motherfucker,” Tate whispered under his breath. “But if this is what you want, I’ll toe the line. I just won’t like it.”
“I bet,” Silas dragged a hand through his hair and grinned, snagging the whiskey bottle.
Then it dawned on Tate. Shit, this new found peace treaty probably meant that he’d have to confess about the slash and dash he did at the bar earlier. Yeah, coming clean would probably be important, but wasn’t ready for Silas to dish out a lecture at a time like this. Axe would get it, but Cole and Silas would hand him his ass on a plate.
Still, waiting could make things worse. He decided he’d pull his brothers aside to the meeting room so they could hear it from him. Maybe Silas could smooth things over with both Kitt Reese and before it got out of hand. Death Adder would have to
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