“Earth to fuckin’ Shadow, where the fuck is your head? I’ve been talkin’ for five goddamn minutes!” My Prez roars out as he throws his lighter against the table.

Ah, hell.

I’m not about to tell my Prez, in front of Tatiana’s father, no less, that I was thinking how good her pussy would feel on my dick if I plugged her ass to apply extra pressure.

“What in the fuck, Shadow!” ZZ yells as he slams his fist against the table.

Ah, dammit. Not again.

“What’d you say about my daughter’s ass?”

Ah, shit!

“Brother… don’t ask,” Smokey interrupts.

As Tea would say, fuck a motherfucking flying duck!

“Man, look, she don’t want me no more. Let me have my thoughts in peace. Sorry they were out loud.” I mean, what else can I say? That couldn’t have been easy for a father to hear. Right?

The room booms with questions, and I ignore all but one.

“What are your intentions?” ZZ asks, his voice eerily calm but his stare directed sternly right at me.

Well, they were to strap your daughter up, hurt her, and fuck her so many damn times my cock would fall off, but don’t worry about that. She doesn’t want shit to do with me after I’ve done fucked her ass, and hard, too.

“Nothing now. She made that clear,” I grumble.

“Maybe the next time, you’ll try.” ZZ laughs and shakes his head.

If he knew what I did to his daughter last night, I sure the fuck don’t think he’d be so cool with me right now. Is he fucking nuts? I should tell him exactly how it went down, and maybe he won’t be so quick to approve of our non-existent relationship.

“All right, enough of this bullshit. We have an unwanted fuckin’ visitor, and it pisses me off. The only thing that pisses me off more is my wife being upset, and she is fucking pissed. I want Sabine watched so fucking close, you’re sittin’ on her ass when she squats to piss! Is that clear,” Prez seethes out, his teeth clattering together as his jaw works back and forth.

This is what the brothers and I expected, so no one says shit.

“Now, unfortunately, I gotta go handle Shadow’s dumbass, fuckhead friend who doesn’t know how to handle his own trade, so that means Pyro has to stay here to manage the women. Everyone, including Akela, has been off since Sabine’s arrival. We may not know Akela that well, but I do know that I invited her to stay, and you know how I feel about my guests.”

Yes, we do. When a guest is invited to stay at the club, it is serious business. Because of the illegal shit we do and the things we talk about, it isn’t taken lightly.

“Not to mention, Sabine is of royal blood and she’s stirred up a shit storm in her own country. I don’t think I need to tell y’all this, but fuck do we need to watch our backs when it comes to her being here. Pyro, keep an eye on everything while I’m gone, and keep Akela company and away from the claws I sense on Sabine. I don’t want our guest feelin’ threatened at all. If I have to tell you that Akela is more important to my wife than her own sister is, then you don’t know my wife. She doesn’t know Sabine like she knew Lana, and if we know anything about Lana, it’s that she came from good people. Will it be a problem?”

I know I’m not the only one holding my breath, awaiting Pyro’s answer. He’s in a tough spot. Keeping Akela company has to be hard on him because of her resemblance to Lana. I wouldn’t want to be him, that is for sure.

“I’m good, Prez.”

I bet he is anything but that.

“Okay, Sniper, Shadow, and Smokey, you’re with me. The rest of you stay here. Piper, Storm, and especially my wife aren’t to go into work until after the meeting and my say so.”

My gut tosses and turns as the gavel bangs on the wood.

***

We aren’t in Club Sated ten minutes before Alec strolls in with some big ass, fucking men. I mean men so fucking huge, they must’ve grown up eating goddamn Wheaties!

“Well, look who's done his fucking homework,” Prez growls without standing up. He doesn’t greet the bastards. Alec might have three scary fuckers with him, but we have Smokey and Sniper standing back. Sniper isn’t called that just for the hell of it. He’s earned his name.

“When you get a whiff of Breakneck MC having a problem, you gather insurance. Lucky for me, your insurance was in the newspaper months ago in the form of the Russians.”

That smug ass, sorry, son of a bitch! I knew I smelled grey!

“Having to gather insurance speaks highly of us, man. I appreciate it.” Prez chuckles and looks back at Smokey and Sniper in the background. “I happen to have my own,” he says as he points to our brothers. “That blond man is my brother, Sniper. I don’t have to tell you that his name means something.”

Alec goes to sit in our booth, and the Prez stops him right in his tracks. “Don’t bother. You won’t be here long.”

I chuckle. This is the Prez that gets my respect. Good to see he is back.

“Here’s how this works. It’s real simple. I want something, I take it, but I’m a business man after all, and I can negotiate. In a way.” He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll give you five hundred thousand dollars for your club, right now. I know it seems like a small offer, but if you don’t take it, that offer goes to less than pennies. You get me?”

The Russians’ stance stiffens as Alec replies to my Prez. “You must be outta your fucking mind if you think I’m selling my club, much less giving it to you.”