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“We all want to see this dick suffer, but you still gotta tell Cash what you’re plannin’,” I say. “Think about it. You gotta run it by him, and I’m more than happy to help.”
Sawyer knows how this club works, and we will support him, but he can’t go making decisions to end a man’s life without consulting with the club. “You gotta understand… when I saw how fuckin’ smug he was when he walked out of that jail, I couldn’t help myself?—”
“Yeah, and I wish you’d told me about it. I would’ve had your back and come with you.” I shake my head. “Brew and Haze are gonna have a field day with this. If you’re even thinkin’ about involvin’ Nova, you better do it before they find out.”
“He’s mine,” Sawyer says. “Neither of them are gonna do shit over my dead body. Nova is my ol’ lady. She may be your cousin but none of you get to call the shots on this one.”
I wave my hands in surrender. “Relax, nobody is gonna do anythin’. The club has a code of ethics, you know that more than anyone.” I give him a chin lift. “Did you tell your brother?”
Sawyer’s younger brother Pipes is also part of the MC, and the two of them were reunited a few years ago after a long separation when Sawyer was trafficked. They’re close, so it surprises me when he tells me he hasn’t.
“He’ll wanna get involved, and like I said, the less anyone knows about it the better.”
“Except Cash,” I interject.
“Yeah, I know, quit remindin’ me.”
“Until then, what are you gonna do with this asshole?”
He shrugs. “I might just keep him tied up here for a little while. Let him think about his sins while I contemplate how he’s gonna die.”
“Anyone lookin’ for him?”
Sawyer shakes his head. “Nah, not one person was there to greet his ass. Pathetic, but lowlifes like him aren’t memorable, even to their own family.”
From the looks of it, Sawyer asked me here to give him advice, and since we’re not going to the bayou right now, I relax a little. I need to go get Dozer soon, I don’t want him thinking I’ve abandoned him right after taking him in. That leads me to thinking about him cozying up to Payden again with his waggy tail, and that has me thinking about her all over again, too.
I should text her.
I should invite her over.
I want a repeat.
Sawyer distracts my thoughts by yanking the rope out of Bobby’s mouth. “What did you say, you piece of shit?”
“Fuck you,” Bobby spits.
Sawyer gives me a ‘he did not just say that’ look and then elbows him in his already broken nose.
I wince. “I’ll leave you to it, gotta go pick up my dog.”
“Since when did you get a dog?” Sawyer calls after me.
“Long story. You gonna be at the club tonight?”
“If that’s you askin’ me if I’m goin’ to see Cash, the answer is yes, Mom.”
Wise ass.
“Later,” I say, and stroll out to my motorcycle.
I meant what I said: I’ll look forward to roughing Bobby up at a later date. But for now I need to get back to a twenty-pound Frenchie who I’m actually starting to miss.
CHAPTER
TEN
Payden
