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against my chest and leveled him with a stare.
    “I dropped your woman off at the church around the block from her house like a good little gopher,” I growled.
    “His woman?” Pipe asked, incredulously. “What the fuck is going on?”
    “And after that?” Jack coaxed.
    Lacey’s face flashed in front of my eyes and for a split second I could still feel her in my arms, swaying as she leaned her head against my chest. I could still taste her and smell her shampoo as I pressed my nose into her hair.
    “Where did you go?” He demanded, his voice growing louder, more impatient.
    “Nowhere,” I lied, watching as he tried to read me. Poor bastard probably thought I was high, drunk even. You see, I could read Jack, get inside his head before he even knew he was on the verge of a breakdown but that shit worked both ways.
    Sometimes.
    Jack could read me when I was high, when I was drunk, my eyes gave away my pain, they gave away the torment but no one knew what to make of me when I was straight because I rarely ever was. But now? I was straight as a pin, aside, from the hangover and the two shots of whiskey I just downed.
    Go on and try Bulldog.
    You won’t get me this time.
    I promise.
    I turned my head, keeping the secret of where I was and who I was with to myself.
    “I came here afterwards,” I said, shoving my hands in my pockets before turning back to him. “What the fuck does that matter, anyway?”
    “Because you had Reina in the fucking car with you and just like you could’ve been killed, she could’ve been too,” he shouted. “Now one more time, did you go anywhere after you dropped her off?”
    “You really want to go there? Because she took my fucking car and went to your house last night so who’s to say your girl didn’t plant the motherfucking bomb or set it up so whoever planted it had a chance to?” I hollered.
    Deflect, man.
    Turn the fucking tables.
    “Whoa, hold up,” Bianci intervened. “What if that was the plan?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes as he worked the scenario in his head before he diverted his gaze back to mine. “Reina took Blackie’s car, went to your house?” Jack nodded in agreement. “Jimmy have any idea Reina exists in your life?”
    Jack turned his attention back toward me.
    “What happened when he came here yesterday?”
    “I made her drop to her fucking knees and pretend to give me head,” I seethed, shrugging my shoulders as if it was no big fucking deal. 
    “Mother of God,” Grace exclaimed, closing her eyes in disgust.
    Right lady, because your mob boss husband was a saint. He probably had three side pieces she didn’t even know about.
    I rolled my eyes and looked back at Jack. “Made it so Jimmy thought she was just a piece of pussy nobody cared about then I dismissed her.”
    “What if he wants you to think she’s the one setting you up?” Bianci asked.
    “We could sit here and play the guessing game all day long but until that motherfucker makes another move all we’re doing is running in circles,” I ground out.
    A gunshot fired, smoke puffed from the barrel of the gun Wolf pointed it toward the ceiling. “About out of patience, Prez, so you might want to start fucking talking to the rest of us,” he said, eerily calm.
    The jig was up. The club wanted answers. I didn’t blame them.
    “I’ll give you your answers,” Jack bit out. “But right now I’m putting this club on lockdown,” he declared, glancing around the room. “Go get your families, anyone you give a damn about and bring them here,” he ordered, turning to Bianci. “That includes you, go get your wife and son,” pointing toward Grace he continued, “And get her other daughter too,” he instructed before turning back to us. “I repeat—anyone you give a damn about.”
    I watched as he grabbed his helmet off the bar and started for the door. “Church in an hour,” he called over his shoulder.
    “Where are you going?” I called as he opened the door and I