Page 92 of Property of Yak

“It’s my compromise. Let me have this.”

It will make it harder on Yak, but I nod.

I watch him walk out the door and lock it behind him.

Leaning against the door, I take a deep breath.

Now to wait for Yak. Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s that he’s going to come back. It’s not a matter of if but when.

Yak

We’re back at Sap’s sugar shack. The only place we know we don’t have to worry about someone stumbling upon us.

“It smells so damn sweet in here,” Poutine mumbles.

“Don’t make it weird,” Sap tells him, shaking his head.

“Okay, enough bullshit. While Yak waits to hear from his girl, how about we do something productive. Like talk about the upcoming run,” Yooper says.

I nod. “I will. We are just waiting on one more person.”

The guys frown and share a look.

“Who? I didn’t think you had cleared anyone else,” Sap asks as tires crunch outside on the gravel.

“It was a last-minute decision.”

The man on the other side knocks on the door.

Sap looks at me. “Are you sure about this?”

I nod. “Let him in.”

Sap tips his chin and goes to the door.

“It’s fucking cold as fuck out there,” Predator mumbles as he rubs his hands together.

“You used the word ‘fuck’ twice in one sentence,” Poutine says.

Predator raises a brow. “So fucking what? You got a problem with the word ‘fuck’? Because I can promise you, your mother sure as fuck likes it when I say fuck.”

I cringe. “Okay, as riveting as this conversation is, can we not? We have some things to discuss.”

Predator turns toward me and stares. “Decided not to be a lone wolf after all, huh?”

“Not with them, no. With you, though, it depends on if you answer a couple of questions right.”

He crosses his arms. “Okay, ask what you want to know.”

“How do you feel about the club’s current direction?” I ask.

I feel Yooper stiffen next to me, but I don’t turn toward him. Meanwhile, Predator never breaks eye contact.

“The club itself is fine. I believe in what we are doing, what most of us are doing. There are a few members who are making questionable decisions, but it’s not my place to judge. Not unless they hurt women or children.”

“What about Aragon? Do you trust him?”

“I wouldn’t trust that man to watch a pot of water on the stove, let alone anything important to me,” he says immediately.