She thinks we have time and isn’t in a hurry, but I fucking am. Married and babies—I really don’t give a shit what order, but I want her mine, tied to me in every way possible. This is what I am thinking about when Pops, our president, slams the gavel, and we all come to attention as we take our seats in church. “All right. We have a shipment that needs to go in two different directions.” The table is surrounded by my brothers. Dagger is leaning back in his seat, his arms crossed, fingers thumbing through his long, gray beard. Becs is watching Pops, already in the know being the VP. Rhys, GT, Buzz, and Tug give their full attention to Pops. “I’ve called my connection with the Hellions MC, Roundman. He’s going to have his brothers take half to the west, and we’re going to do the east. It wouldn’t normally be an issue, but the delivery dates are the same day, and we have other shit to do.”True, we have a couple of other runs scheduled. Business has picked up. “Cruz, GT, Rhys, and Tug, you’ll meet up with Tripp and Rex of the Hellions MC at the warehouse in Custer.
