“Better than your man.” I smirk at both of them. “Obviously.”

“That gratitude of yours needs work,” Teller says. “If I hadn’t been behind you, your ass would’ve been hit.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I’m busting his balls, but really, I’m fucking furious he got hurt. A president’s supposed to be responsible for all his brothers. If anyone should’ve taken that bullet, it’s me. “Anyone bother you today?”

“Just you.”

Charlotte smacks his arm, making me laugh.

“I’m asking because cops were here when Rock and I got back.”

Charlotte raises an eyebrow. “What did they want?”

“To come inside for a friendly chat.”

She rolls her eyes. “Does that ever work for them?”

“Probably. Most citizens feel it’s their duty to be as helpful as possible. They’re just beaming with pride to let the pigs in.”

“While lawyers everywhere scream in frustration,” Charlotte says.

“I’m glad you were here because if it escalated, I was going to have you come out and talk to them.”

She tilts her head. Surprised, maybe? Hope’s only ever had good things to say about Charlotte’s lawyering skills. I trust her. “You think we wouldn’t have a female lawyer?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Charlotte’s practice keeps her busy enough,” Teller says. “Sway must have a lawyer on retainer.”

“I’m sure he does.”

“Charlotte is capable of speaking for herself about her law practice,” she says to Teller.

Behind me, Rock chuckles. “Ah, like looking back in time.”

Charlotte ducks her head and laughs. “Poor Hope.”

“Were you guys this nice to Sway?” Teller asks.

“Nicer.” I grin at him.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lilly

No one shares any details, but I gather enough information to understand Teller was shot.

Now Charlotte’s middle-of-the week visit makes more sense.

“I don’t even want to ask what you were doing that someone shot at you.”

Z shrugs. “We were just as surprised.”

“That’s informative.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Wasn’t meant to be.”

“Z—”

“Lilly, I’ll share with you what I can.”

But this is club business. He doesn’t say it, but it’s written in his expression. Hope’s briefly mentioned there are some things she doesn’t ask questions about. Heidi’s much more matter of fact about it. Some things just aren’t our business. Their blind trust in their men always seemed odd to me. Now I find myself trusting Z, probably more than I should.

“Just tell me that we’re safe. That you’re safe.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. If I thought you were in danger, I’d have you somewhere else.”

“Okay.”

I’m still turning our conversation over in my head when Charlotte stops by the house.

“Come in. Chance and I were just going to have a snack.”