Page 29 of Colt

The last thing I wanted to do was get mixed up with some chick again, especially one who seemed to be a magnet for trouble. But again, Viking was right. We needed to buy some time and get some answers, so I focused on that. We’d dealt with threats against our club before, but we’d never had to worry about one of our own. This was new territory, and we needed to be on top of our game.

I walked over to my closet and reached up on the top shelf feeling around for the box I’d shoved up their months ago. I tossed it on my bed and stared at it for a few moments like the damn thing was going to explode if I touched it.

It was the one thing I’d asked Jenna for when we split. I let her keep our apartment, allowed her to sell off her wedding ring, and didn’t ask for any of our furniture or other possessions I’d paid for. But this? I would never let her keep it.

I ripped the lid off and saw the soft, black leather sitting inside. Holding it up in front of me, I study the words “Property of Colt” on the back. When I gave this to Jenna, I planned on her wearing it forever. I didn’t take the commitment of a gift like this lightly. To me, the patch was a more significant vow than the ones we said on our wedding day. I’d been filled with so much pride when I first slipped it over her shoulders. I was in love and couldn’t wait for the world to see that she was mine. What a fool I’d been.

I’d stored this away, never planning on looking at it again. Now I was giving it to someone, and it didn’t mean a fucking thing. I understood the reason Viking asked me to do this, but that didn’t mean I was happy about it.

I liked my no commitment lifestyle now, and I had no desire to give it up anytime soon. This was going to put a damper on my random hookups. Sure, I could continue to fuck around if I wanted to since this was all a big farce, but it would ruin the illusion we were trying to create and I knew it had to be believable. As much of an asshole as I was, I never tolerated cheating in a relationship. I’d seen it destroy too many lives, mine and my dad’s included, and never wanted someone to look at me with the same judgment I handed out to cheaters. Honor was something I had, and I wasn’t about to fuck that up.

I laid the garment over the chair in the corner of my room and headed to the shower to clear my head. The Reno chapter was coming into town, and we needed to prepare for Fitz’s funeral.

The next few days were going to be a clusterfuck.