“Don’t be a dick.” I probably shouldn’t be that harsh with Loco. He tends to get bent out of shape easily.

“Stop dogging me then. You’re the first call I make if I get what you want.”

“Thanks, Loco.”

“No problem. I’m always happy when the Kings owe me a favor.”

Of course he is.

Chapter Forty-Three

Z

With Lilly planning a girls’ night at the house, I’m confident she’ll be safe. She didn’t want to tell Charlotte or Heidi about the subpoena, but I still gave them the reminder not to open the door for anyone not wearing our colors while I’m out.

There’s shit to take care of at the clubhouse and Murphy’s still dragging me to this fight tonight. I can’t do anything but wait, which kills me. I’m a man of action. Sitting around waiting for a phone call isn’t my style.

While I got the approval from my brothers upstate, Rooster and I have been planning to bomb Senator Kelly all on our own. No reason to risk anyone else getting involved.

“Bro, maybe we should go at it a different way?” Rooster suggests.

“He’s got cameras all over that property. I don’t know where else we can do it and not be seen.”

Murphy knocks on the chapel door and pushes it open. “You ready?”

“Fuck me. We still doing this?”

He just rolls his eyes at me.

“You coming, Rooster?”

“Sure, why not.”

Bikers are supposed to be all about freedom from society’s rules, doing what we want, when we want, so I won’t try to stop Murphy. Unless it starts interfering with club business somehow.

I’ll happily hassle the shit out of him though. Right up until he needs to get serious and focus. I may be annoyed with him, but that doesn’t mean I want him to get hurt.

Somehow Murphy roped Jigsaw into a match as well, so now it really is a club matter. It’s almost two hours from the clubhouse. A good, long ride that does little to clear my head.

Wrath’s business partner, Jake, is also on tonight’s roster. “Thought you retired, Mr. Wallace?”

“Nah, a good fight once in a while does wonders for you.”

“Wonders for your bed,” Murphy jokes. “He can’t find a date otherwise.”

“What would you know about it?” Jake laughs and shoves Murphy. “You’re all wifed-up, pretty ginger.”

I bark out a laugh. “Pretty ginger, I’ll have to remember that.”

Murphy’s less amused.

Ravage, Stash, and Birch amble through the crowd to join us.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect to see you here.” I pull each of them in for a quick handshake and backslap.

“Wouldn’t miss this for anything.” Rav rubs his hands together and searches the room. “Where the ring bunnies at?”

“Thanks for the support, bro,” Murphy says.