Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

“Yeah, we’re in this together. Thick and thin.”

She nodded. Yawned again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m going to go. Maybe another time.”

Sable smiled. “I’d like that.”

She left the bedroom and Dog waited until he heard the main door close.

After letting himself out of the wardrobe, he sat on the bed as Sable came back in.

“She there?” Forge asked.

“Safe and sound.”

“Put me on speaker.”

Dog clicked his cell phone. Sable looked terrified.

“Sable, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m doing okay.”

“But? Why do I feel a but coming on?” Forge asked.

She wrapped her arms around her body. “Grass is bad news, Forge. He’s not squeaky clean. He intends to be head of the gun and drug trades. His only intention is power. You’re standing in the way. I don’t know what they’re going to do, but he wants me to work on his campaign. He wants me to divulge club secrets. He believes your men have no regard for women. That we’re pussy to you. But he’s willing to put me in a seat on his board if I’m willing to disclose damaging evidence about you. He’s scary.”

Dog got to his feet and pulled her in close to him. He still held the phone for Forge.

“What else did you find out?”

“Nothing. He tried to get me alone in his home but I avoided it. Something is off about him. I … I didn’t feel safe. I’d been trying to leave all night since I overheard him.”

“Damn it, Forge. She’s coming home.”

“Not yet. Not if she can get more information. We don’t know what Grass is going to do. To take control of the gun and drug trades, he’s had to have had some kind of conversation with the cartels, or at least with the local mafia. They run the ports. We know this. To get rid of us means he has people in line to take over the distribution end. We need to know what he has planned for us.”

Dog tilted her head back. Sable shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“If you want to be pulled out, I respect that. You’ll come back to the club.”

“But other than knowing what he has planned, we’re no closer to really changing anything,” she said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dog said.

“It does. I don’t want anything bad to happen to the club. I can do this. What I need to know, Forge, is what information can I give them? I’m not going to incriminate the club unless you sign off on it.” She groaned. “That sounded weird.”

Forge laughed. “I’ll call you in the morning with the details you can release. We’ll fuck with his head a bit. Can I go to bed now?”

Dog smiled. “You’re not going to kick my ass?”

“Oh, it’s going to be kicked. Believe me. I won’t let this one slide.”

Forge hung up and Dog pocketed his cell phone.

“You came and waited for me. You were worried about me?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked.