“You watch that girl listen to her replacement tell her she couldn’t see her sick son?”

Hop’s jaw went hard.

“Worth it to you that doesn’t happen again?” Tack asked.

“Don’t ask that shit. You know it is. But it’s my job to point out where this Club is at,” Hop returned. “And, bottom line, brother, this shit is bigger than we think it is, it’s gotta go under the gavel.”

He was not wrong.

“I’ll find out,” Hop carried on. “Then we’ll know if we need a meet.”

Tack lifted his chin. Hop took off.

Tack looked to his wife. “Feel like talkin’ Big Petey into opening a daycare center?”

He heard her soft laughter. “He’s already got two hooligans at his informal one.”

“Pete likes babies.”

It was then, her eyes got soft and they stayed on him. “I’ll give him a call.”

She hopped off the table and he enjoyed the show. Then she bent into him to touch her mouth to his.

He liked that too, but would wait to get more later.

She strutted her ass out, and this time Tack took the time to appreciate it.

Shy moved to him and took the seat beside him to his left, where he sat at meetings, a position he’d earned fast because he was smart, loyal to his brothers, and loyal to the Chaos family.

“Tab’s friendly,” he said.

Tab was Tack’s daughter, the girl Shy had earned the hard way.

And Shy was right. Tabby was friendly and usually open to recruiting new sisters into her crew.

Tack looked at his brother and son-in-law.

“See if she’s recruiting.”

Shy nodded.

Tack looked at the door.

“Gone for her.”

That was Shy. He was talking about Joker.

He would know. He had the love of a good woman, gave that back.

Tack knew too. He had the same.

He looked back to Shy. “Before shit went down, he was set on icing her out.”

Shy held his eyes.

“Different cold wind blew, she got that call.”

Shy didn’t say a word.

“He doesn’t keep his shit, Shy, he’ll fuck things for her. And he doesn’t open his eyes and see butterflies, he’ll fuck things for him.”

“I’ll get on it with Rush.”

“Yeah.”

Shy nodded, pushed out of his chair and rounded the table behind Tack.

Tack watched the door close on him.

Then he let the thoughts in.

They didn’t need this shit.

They were at war. They were currently in détente, but that could change in a blink. Benito Valenzuela had a plan, he wanted Chaos turf, and he wasn’t going to sit on his hands for long.

They didn’t need this shit.

What’s it mean, get on your knees?

They were gonna take on this shit.