Realizing I’m not dumb enough to let them in the clubhouse, the cops glance at each other. “Here’s my card. Let me know if you hear anything.”

I stuff it in my pocket without looking at it. “Will do.”

We wait outside until the cops leave. No way am I risking opening the door so their nosey asses can claim they saw fuck-knows-what in plain sight and use it as an excuse to barge in and search the place.

“Interesting they showed up here so fast,” Rock comments as we watch the car drive away.

“No kidding.”

Inside, the clubhouse is quiet.

“Get rid of the fuzz, Prez?” Rooster grins at me as he strolls out of the office.

“You catch all that?”

“Sure did.” He tips his head. “Hey, Rock. Glad you’re still here.”

“Thanks.”

“How was Sway?”

“Not too bad. Still seems tired. Stella stopped by to cheer him up.”

Rooster snorts. “I’m sure she did.”

“Shadow’s still down there. So’s Grip and Brew.”

“You got a minute, Rock?” Rooster asks. “I wanted your opinion on something.”

They both step outside and I make my way down to Teller’s room to check on him.

I’m about to push open the door when I hear Charlotte’s voice.

“Did you take a hit to the head?”

Teller doesn’t laugh. “I’m serious. I don’t want you spending too much time around her.”

“I understand why the situation bothers you, Marcel, I really do—”

“It’s got nothing to do with that.”

“Yeah, okay.” I can practically hear her eyeroll. “Z’s your brother.”

Figured they were discussing Lilly and me.

“He’s going through a lot with this transition,” Charlotte continues, “And he needs your support. I’m sure he’s already upset about last night. Don’t make things harder on him.”

“I’m not. I haven’t said a word.”

Liar. I struggle to rein in my laughter.

“Good. Don’t. If he’s forgiven her, then so can you.”

See, I knew there was a reason I always liked Charlotte. She’s a smart, practical woman. Not afraid to let Teller know when he’s acting like an asshole. Which is good, because it happens with annoying frequency.

“Where’s your sympathy for me, woman? I took a bullet in the ass.”

“Oh, I’m not thrilled with you…”

Their voices lower and I’m pretty sure he’s trying to coax her into bed. So, I do what any good president would do—cock-block.

I tap my knuckles against the cheap wood and push the door open all the way.

“Don’t wait for an answer or anything,” Teller gripes.

“The door was open, dipstick.” I shut it behind me with an exaggerated turning of the knob. “Besides, I can’t count how many times you’ve walked in on me unannounced.”

Charlotte chuckles. “How are you, Z?”