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“She got some kinda disease or something?” Joker asked.
“Nah,” Rabid replied, shaking his head and pursing his lips. “Just don’t want Prez to kick my ass. Or VP. Or C.G. Or Havoc. Or Drag-“
“What the fuck!” Psycho shouted, interjecting. “What the hell would I kick your ass for?”
“Yeah, seriously?” Slider said with a laugh. “She that special?”
“Oh, she sure is,” Diesel muttered.
“The fuck she is,” Havoc grumbled.
“I’m lost,” Joker said.
“Does Tusk and Angela know about this?” Bones asked.
“I have yet to call Tusk and warn him,” I replied.
Bones scoffed at me, leaning back in his chair.
“You were just going to spring this on all of them?” he asked incredulously. I know he’s not only upset about me blindsiding one of his closest friends and ol’ lady, but also for doing this to C.G. too. C.G. never got over Bly. The conversation I heard in her room was proof of that. One look at her, and he fell right back into her trap.
“Look, I found her, and I just took her,” I said. “I brought her back here because she has some explaining to do.”
“Explaining to do. Really?” Bones replied with a raised brow.
I clenched my jaw, trying not to lose my sh.it.
“Who is she?” Slider asked, curious as hell now.
“That girl you all saw hop onto that table and tell us all off… Was Blythe Owens,” Diesel told them.
The members that didn’t know her all looked at me with wide eyes. Everyone here knows Blythe or has heard of her at least. I mean, her mother and stepfather are a big part of our club. She was a big part of our club for most of her life. Plus, there was a lot of drama that Everly loved to gossip about.
“That… was the Blythe?” Joker asked. “No fucking way. You guys all made her sound like a big crybaby.”
“Or a manipulative whore,” Slider mumbled.
I saw C.G. stiffen out of the corner of my eye.
“You all heard her,” Rabid said. “She’s the new Blythe.”
“No sh.it?” Slider murmured, looking lost in thought.
I glared at him, but he didn’t notice.
“I called church because I wanted you all to know that she’s staying until I say otherwise,” I said. “We’ll see what happens after Angela and Tusk get back. In the meantime, I want you all to leave her alone. No talking to her. Period. Unless I place you on babysitting duty. No one says a word to her, no one makes sure she’s okay, nothing. In fact, act like she doesn’t even exist.”
“What?” Bones asked, shocked. “You’re going to force her to stay here and then ice her out?”
“She deserves it,” was all I said.
“Bullshit,” he snapped, causing me to glare at him. “She doesn’t deserve that.”
“I decided what she deserves,” I growled.
Bones stared at me like he couldn’t recognize me. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He settled for shaking his head and looking away from me.
“She looked malnourished,” Doc commented with a grunt. “And you want us to pretend like she doesn’t exist? All of us? Even me and Bones? C.G.?”
“She’s fine,” I replied, sternly. “And yes.”
Doc scoffed, but didn’t say anything.
“No offense Prez,” Diesel said. “But… are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure,” I replied.
“She deserves a little cold shoulder,” Psycho agreed, smiling smugly.
“Does that count for us too?” C.G. asked, clearly angry.
“Until I say otherwise, yes,” I replied.
C.G. didn’t respond, but anger was rolling off of him in waves. He can be angry all he wants. I’ve been coming up with a plan our whole way back home. Even if something seems off, Bly still needs to be punished for breaking her promise. And I plan to stick to that.
“It won’t be forever,” I said.
Bones scoffed, but didn’t say anything.
“Okay, so don’t talk to her, don’t let her leave the property,” Slider said. “Got it.”
“She gonna become a succubus though?” Joker asked. “Like eventually? Because… that girl has got curves I’m tryin’ to bury my face in.”
“Your face will be buried in the concrete before I ever let you touch her,” C.G. told him in a scary calm voice.
Joker paled instantly. Probably because C.G. rarely talks, let alone threatens anybody.
“She won’t become a club girl, and none of you better touch her. She’s off-limits,” I said. “That’s everything. If you have questions, keep them to your damn self for now. You can all go.”
“Oh!” Psycho called out as they all stood up. “And one more thing… Nobody tells Granny Waya that she’s here.”
I am doing the right thing… right?
