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former.” Linx grabbed the beer Naomi handed to him as a peace offering. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Listen, it’s obvious the two of us aren’t ever gonna get along. Yeah, I know we should feel so honored to have yet another rock star member but just remember, Kaelan and Kaz were members before they were rock stars. Pops only took you on because you’re family and you’re Irish. The last tussle we had with the WKs cost us a couple members and we need to replenish the ranks. We all know about your history and if your father didn’t run the charter in South Boston then you wouldn’t even be here.”
“What the fuck did you say?”
Linx looked toward the feminine voice and Naomi glared at Ronan before she shook her head and straightened her back.
“Oh, your lover boy didn’t tell you? His father runs the South Boston charter of the Lucifer’s Saints. He broke away because his father is just a suit. He controls the LS…he isn’t the Prez, just a businessman and their direct contact to the Northern Irish. What did you think I was talking about? Does Linx look like the son of an MC Prez?”
“Ronan, stop.” Naomi kissed the side of his mouth. “Go on and see if your dad needs anything. I’ll take these two to the shooting range.”
“If that little mouthy bitch isn’t as good as you then she stays here and she’s not comin’ to Belfast with us. It’ll be hard enough to rescue Trey without me havin’ to worry about his snatch of a sister. He’d murder us if anything happened to Trista and Linx, you know I’m not wrong.”
Linx nodded reluctantly. Ronan was a grade-A asshole but he spoke the truth. If Trista couldn’t pull her weight then she would be better off at the clubhouse and not in Belfast.
“Come on, you two love birds. I gotta show you the weapons depot and then I need to take you out shootin’.” She glanced at Trista and pursed her lips as Trista glared back at her with hard blue eyes. “You heard Ronan. He and Quinn are going with Lennon to Belfast. They can’t look after you too. If you can’t shoot then you’ll have to stay here. Got it?”
“I’m not fuckin’ deaf.” Trista crossed her arms against her breasts in a defensive position.
“Cool then I expect to see no crocodile tears when I out shoot your ass and get you to stay here in Birch Tree. There’s nothing for you to do in Belfast anyway. It’s just time you and your hubby will be away from one another. It’s the club life.”
“This isn’t my club,” she bit out with venom in each word.
Naomi arched one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “Oh, really? Bitch, it is now, or have you not been keepin’ up with current events? Your hubby is patched in and so is your fuckin’ brother. If this isn’t your club now then when do you plan to make it your own? We take care of our own and you’re gonna have to put a lid on that temper. Bronaugh will knock you the fuck out herself if she heard you talkin’ like that.”
“Fuck her too.”
Ronan’s girlfriend rolled her eyes and glanced heavenward. “Are you always this hard to deal with? Fuck it—don’t answer that question. I’m about to knock you out myself. The weapons depot. Now.”
Linx wrapped his arm around Trista’s waist as they followed Naomi at several paces behind.
“Anything else you’ve been hiding besides your ‘perfectly respectable family’ being major contributors to the IRA and a notorious motorcycle club?”
“No. That’s my dad’s business, not mine. If I thought it was relevant, I would have told you but I don’t make my money that way and he didn’t finance the band or take care of me during the years we struggled as a band or after I made it. Everything I have, I earned on my own, Trista.”
She stared at him like he was a stranger before her cool glare softened and her lips parted. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t judge you. It’s not
“Listen, it’s obvious the two of us aren’t ever gonna get along. Yeah, I know we should feel so honored to have yet another rock star member but just remember, Kaelan and Kaz were members before they were rock stars. Pops only took you on because you’re family and you’re Irish. The last tussle we had with the WKs cost us a couple members and we need to replenish the ranks. We all know about your history and if your father didn’t run the charter in South Boston then you wouldn’t even be here.”
“What the fuck did you say?”
Linx looked toward the feminine voice and Naomi glared at Ronan before she shook her head and straightened her back.
“Oh, your lover boy didn’t tell you? His father runs the South Boston charter of the Lucifer’s Saints. He broke away because his father is just a suit. He controls the LS…he isn’t the Prez, just a businessman and their direct contact to the Northern Irish. What did you think I was talking about? Does Linx look like the son of an MC Prez?”
“Ronan, stop.” Naomi kissed the side of his mouth. “Go on and see if your dad needs anything. I’ll take these two to the shooting range.”
“If that little mouthy bitch isn’t as good as you then she stays here and she’s not comin’ to Belfast with us. It’ll be hard enough to rescue Trey without me havin’ to worry about his snatch of a sister. He’d murder us if anything happened to Trista and Linx, you know I’m not wrong.”
Linx nodded reluctantly. Ronan was a grade-A asshole but he spoke the truth. If Trista couldn’t pull her weight then she would be better off at the clubhouse and not in Belfast.
“Come on, you two love birds. I gotta show you the weapons depot and then I need to take you out shootin’.” She glanced at Trista and pursed her lips as Trista glared back at her with hard blue eyes. “You heard Ronan. He and Quinn are going with Lennon to Belfast. They can’t look after you too. If you can’t shoot then you’ll have to stay here. Got it?”
“I’m not fuckin’ deaf.” Trista crossed her arms against her breasts in a defensive position.
“Cool then I expect to see no crocodile tears when I out shoot your ass and get you to stay here in Birch Tree. There’s nothing for you to do in Belfast anyway. It’s just time you and your hubby will be away from one another. It’s the club life.”
“This isn’t my club,” she bit out with venom in each word.
Naomi arched one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “Oh, really? Bitch, it is now, or have you not been keepin’ up with current events? Your hubby is patched in and so is your fuckin’ brother. If this isn’t your club now then when do you plan to make it your own? We take care of our own and you’re gonna have to put a lid on that temper. Bronaugh will knock you the fuck out herself if she heard you talkin’ like that.”
“Fuck her too.”
Ronan’s girlfriend rolled her eyes and glanced heavenward. “Are you always this hard to deal with? Fuck it—don’t answer that question. I’m about to knock you out myself. The weapons depot. Now.”
Linx wrapped his arm around Trista’s waist as they followed Naomi at several paces behind.
“Anything else you’ve been hiding besides your ‘perfectly respectable family’ being major contributors to the IRA and a notorious motorcycle club?”
“No. That’s my dad’s business, not mine. If I thought it was relevant, I would have told you but I don’t make my money that way and he didn’t finance the band or take care of me during the years we struggled as a band or after I made it. Everything I have, I earned on my own, Trista.”
She stared at him like he was a stranger before her cool glare softened and her lips parted. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t judge you. It’s not
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