Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Rock smacks his gavel down, silencing the room.
“Let’s make this short today,” Rock says.
“Banana pancakes are waiting,” Murphy adds.
Ignoring him, Rock turns toward Wrath. “You want to start?”
Wrath’s gaze lands on me for some reason. “Jiggy actually has the most interesting news.”
All eyes land on me.
I do?
“But I’ll go first,” Wrath continues. “Things went smoothly yesterday. No issues at the funeral. Ulfric appreciated the support.” He glances at Dex. “I hear you had some problems at CB?”
Dex leans forward, clasping his hands on the table. “Eh, it was annoying but understandable. Ulfric took care of it.”
“Wait, what was it?” Birch asks.
Dex rolls his eyes and blows out an irritated breath. “Some of Ulfric’s guys assumed the after-after-party at CB meant just because the drinks and food were comped, they didn’t have to tip any of the dancers. Ulfric took care of it, but it was awkward for—”
“Yeah, no,” Z cuts in. “You’re being too generous. Whole world knows—even if everything else is on the house, you still tip the girls at a strip club.”
“You’re telling me Ulfric got jacked up for the funeral and the after-parties?” Grinder scoffs, shaking his head. “And he ain’t even prez anymore.”
“We footed the bill for the food and drinks at Remy’s place,” Wrath points out, folding his arms over his chest.
“Goodwill gesture,” Rock says. “And hopefully a final farewell.”
“Amen to that,” Wrath mutters, then nods to Teller. “Did Charlotte’s uncle vacate the area?”
“Thank fuck, yes,” Teller confirms. “Made some noise about wanting to meet the twins, which would’ve been a hell no from Charlotte. But then he ended up dipping early. Called from the road and said ‘next time.’”
“Good riddance,” Murphy grumbles.
“Exactly.”
“He was the worst offender with the non-tipping,” Dex says.
Teller points to his blank expression, one eyebrow raised just slightly. “This is my shocked face,” he says, voice dry as dust. “He’s always been a piece of shit.”
Dex snorts. “Well, Rav and Butcher are staying at the other clubhouse until all the Wolf Knights are gone.”
“Good call,” Rock says, then he focuses on me. “Let’s hear your news.”
Fuck me sideways, why am I getting so much damn attention lately? “Uh, Hudson approached me at the funeral.” I sit forward, resting my elbows on the table. “He’s interested in possibly patching over. Stitching a skull and crown on his back.”
Rock stares at me.
Teller scowls.
No one at that end of the table seems receptive to this news.
I glance at the other end. Z gives me a wide-eyed, please continue look.
“He says Wolf Knights are probably disbanding. Not enough guys in their other charters. He wants to move home anyway. His family’s here.” I try to give only the facts that Hudson relayed to me. There’ll be time to offer my opinions later. “Said he always liked our club and the way we run things. Didn’t have a problem with prospecting again. Already knows he’ll have to get rid of his Wolf Knight ink and has a plan for it.”
Did I cover everything?
“Interesting.” Rock glances at Teller. “Thoughts?”
“Oh.” I raise my hand to get Rock’s attention before Teller shoots this down. “He says he’s got approval from his current prez.”
“Thank you, Jigsaw,” Rock says.
“Why’d he come to you?” Teller asks.
I’d had the same question, so I try to ignore the disbelief dripping from Teller’s voice. “Because we’re both road captains. That’s what he said at first.” My lips twist into a smirk. “He was also concerned you think he has the hots for Charlotte, or she wants—”
“Yeah, no.” Teller rolls his eyes. “I haven’t thought about him at all since the last time we ran into him.”
“It’s not like we don’t need more bodies,” Z remarks. “If he doesn’t have a problem with prospecting again after serving as an officer, that’s a good sign.”
“I thought so too,” I agree.
“I’ll contact his current prez,” Wrath offers. “Make sure he’s really okay with it. I know another Wolf Knight I’ll reach out to and ask about him.”
“I’m not calling Merlin to ask,” Teller says quickly as if he needs to cut that idea off before it’s spoken. “One, I don’t trust his opinion on anything. And two, I don’t want him to get the idea that patching over is an option for him.”
“Absolutely-the-fuck-not,” Wrath growls.
“I wasn’t going to suggest otherwise,” Rock replies coolly, fixing his steely eyes on his son. “You have any strong feelings on this?”
Teller shrugs. “Not really. Charlotte knew him when they were kids. Never had anything bad to say about him. He’s always been respectful.” He lifts his chin at Wrath. “I’ll wait to see what the big guy finds out and base my vote on that.”
“Anything else?” Rock asks, glancing around the table.
Wrath raises his hand. “Remy’s setting up that welcome home party for Griff. I think most of us should at least stop by.”