Zero Regret (Lost Kings MC 13)

“South. He’s meeting us at the Tipsy Owl.”

“The what?”

“It’s a restaurant. A good one. Promise.”

Doesn’t sound like a biker bar. Otherwise, it would be called the Drunk Beaver or Sloshed Sloth. “Am I under-dressed?”

She reaches over and rests her hand on my leg. “You’re fine.”

I glance over and take in the red skirt of her dress covering her long legs. “Did I mention that you look hot tonight?”

“Once or twice.”

“Should’ve said it a hundred times.”

She laughs softly and squeezes my leg. “Tell me. How’s it going downstate. Are the guys still okay having you there?”

Whether I plan to marry Lilly or not, there’s only so much club business I should share with her. “One of the brothers in particular is being a pain in my ass.”

“The VP?”

“What makes you say that?”

“I figured he would’ve been next in line to take over. I’ve been wondering if he’s upset you landed in what he might have assumed was his spot.”

Huh. I’ve been too busy trying to run downstate to spend a lot of time worrying about Shadow’s feelings. I took him at face value when he said he was happy I was there, which probably wasn’t my smartest move. The fact that he didn’t bother to mention this Viper issue when I initially sat down with him doesn’t help either.

“Well, I’m not gonna stroke his ego to make him feel better.”

“I didn’t think you would.” She reaches over and gently touches my arm. “Are you happier being president instead of VP?”

She seems to be asking because she genuinely wants me to be happy. Not because she thinks being with an officer of the club will give her some power, like most women who associate with MCs.

“Not really. I don’t mind the responsibility. Trust me, Rock keeps me plenty busy. Downstate are my brothers too, but it’s not the same.”

“So, Upstate is your immediate family—brothers and sisters. Downstate is more like the cousins you only visit on Thanksgiving and Christmas?”

The comparison draws a chuckle out of me. “Yeah, something like that.”

“But Rock doesn’t seem like he’ll ever retire. There’s no chance for you to move up if you stay at your club, right?”

Again, there’s nothing in her voice to suggest her question is about anything other than concern for me. “It’s not about that. There is no “moving up” as far as I’m concerned. We’re each in the role that serves the club best.”

“Oh.” She’s quiet and seems to be thinking that over. “Murphy’s your Road Captain, right? What’s his specialty?”

“Well, he supervises the maintenance of club vehicles.”

“Ahhh…I remember Hope saying something about Murphy taking care of her car and I didn’t understand why. Now I get it.”

“That’s not all. He plans our travel routes when we go on a run. He’s the enforcer of the road rules on a run. Executes the commands when we ride in a larger pack.”

“So, he’s good at that stuff.”

“The best.”

“Wrath, I understand why he’s in his position. No explanation needed.”

“It’s more than just scaring the shit out of everyone. He helps steer our meetings, enforces the club bylaws—”

“You have bylaws?”

I grin at her. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

“What else?”

“Our jobs overlap in places, so we work together a lot. He hands out punishments when a member breaks a rule—”

“Punishments?”

“Can be anything from a fine for missing a meeting without a good excuse or a beating for showing another member disrespect.”

“Wow. You actually beat each other up?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I don’t know. It seems a little barbaric.”

“All those caveman jokes have a grain of truth, Lilly.”

“I guess so,” she mutters. “So, what else can you get your ass kicked for? Is that something you can tell me?”

“Lots of different things. Dishonoring the club. Repeatedly showing up late for meetings. Hitting on another member’s old lady.”

“Really?”

“Hell yes. That’s not taken lightly. The property patches the girls have? That’s so when we’re with other charters, they know who’s off-limits.”

“Oh.”

I sense the confusion. “They’ll know you’re off-limits because I’ve made that clear.” Of course, I plan to patch Lilly. I just don’t know which club I’m going to ask to vote on her yet.

“Hope says it’s like an engagement ring?”

“More than that.”

“Oh.”

I glance over. “I want you to have my patch, Lilly. There’s a certain ceremony to it, though, and things have been…”

“Up in the air?”

“Yes.” That and I’m not sure my brothers trust her enough yet to vote her in. And Downstate doesn’t even know her let alone trust her, so their votes wouldn’t be as meaningful if they’d even give ‘em. From what I’ve heard, Steer can be just a big of a dick as Wrath when it comes to accepting an old lady into the club.

“Most offenses…seem related to behavior.”

“Respect is everything.” How do I explain in a way that she understands, but doesn’t scare her? “While I enjoy your quick wit and sharp tongue, be careful when you’re speaking to any patch member.”

“Of your club?”

“Any club.”

“Would they beat me up?” Her voice holds a hint of lightness, but I answer her seriously anyway.

“It depends. I’d handle it, but I’d rather not be in that situation if I don’t need to be.”

“Z,” she says with an edge to her voice that makes my skin prickle. “Do you think I’m a bitch to everyone I meet?”

“That’s not what I was trying to say.”

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you now that you’re in this new position?”

“Embarrass me? No.”

She huffs and fiddles with her dress. “Have you ever received a beating from Wrath?” she asks.

Thank fuck we’re veering to another subject. “In the early days, yeah. We kicked the shit out of each other for fun, though. Our SAA, Grinder, was the one who kept us in line.”

“Have I met him?”

“No, he’s been in prison for years.” The fun I’m having explaining these things to Lilly dies at the mention of Grinder’s name. “He should’ve been out a couple years ago. Hopefully soon. He’s a good guy. Never should’ve been inside.”

She squeezes my leg. “I’m sorry.”

“Haven’t visited him in forever. I really need to do that.”

“You still visit him?”

“We all do from time to time. Make sure he’s taken care of.”

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah. He’s still a brother. When he’s out, we’ll help him get set up again too.” What I don’t say is we’ll transition him back into the club slowly. Prison can put you under the influence of a lot of different elements. Out of desperation to survive, inmates can end up aligning with people you’d never do business with on the outside. Sometimes those ties are hard to break, even after they’ve been released. We’ll take care of Grinder, but it will be a while before he’s allowed back at the table for sensitive club business.

It’ll be awkward as fuck since he went in as an officer of the club. And hell, I might not even be there to help him adjust if I’m still taking care of Sway’s charter. Sway’s managed to fuck up my life in so many ways I can’t keep track.

“Go straight on nine,” Lilly prompts, pulling me out of my thoughts.

The Tipsy Owl looks more like a house than a restaurant. The parking lot’s so damn small, I’m glad we took Lilly’s car instead of my truck.

Ted’s waiting for us on the back porch. His face brightens when he

sees Lilly, making me want to punch him again.

The kiss on the cheek and, “Hey, babe,” he greets her with has me ready to throat-punch him.

Should be a fun evening.

There isn’t enough wine in The Thirsty Owl to make me forget this dude tried to marry my woman.

I don’t care why he asked. For Lilly’s sake, I try to behave. Mostly I listen to them talk about stuff throughout dinner, only adding comments or grunts to the conversation as necessary.

“Not quite how I thought we’d spend our night together,” I say against her ear after the waitress clears our table.

“Well, I appreciate it,” she whispers back. In a louder voice, she says to her friend, “Ted, you’re headed home tomorrow?”

“First thing in the morning.”

The waitress returns and sets the check in the middle of the table. Ted reaches for it, but I snatch it up first. “You’re our guest, Ted.”

He sits back and gives me a quick smirk. “Next time, I’ll buy.”

My smile’s so tight, my jaw aches. “That’s cute you think there’ll be a next time.”

Lilly glares at me, and I wink at her.

Ted’s not offended. His mouth twitches in amusement. Maybe he’s not so bad. “When you come out to pack up her place, I’ll take you guys out.”

“Can’t wait.” That’s not a lie. I can’t wait until she’s back here permanently.

“If you two will excuse me…” Lilly stands and tosses her napkin on the table. She turns her pleading please behave eyes on me once before leaving.

Ted leans over the table. “I’m glad you guys worked things out.”