“I honestly don’t know. Harper is doing her best, but the dealer never dealt with anyone but Kingsley or Dom. Without those two, it’s a big uncertainty,” he says, lifting his shoulder.
“If Riley would’ve just kept his fucking mouth shut, maybe we wouldn’t need to have an extra thing to worry about,” Alex hisses.
“No one is going to disrespect me; I don’t give a shit who it is. We are goddamn Shattered Souls, they will fucking respect us all,” Riley growls.
“You don’t get respect from running your mouth, asshole. You earn it from being the bigger person and ignoring juvenile bullshit,” Alex retorts, moving closer to Riley’s face.
“Enough,” Zane yells. “What’s done is done, we can’t change it.”
Alex is right. Riley should’ve just laughed it off or ignored him completely, but that’s not him. He reacts before he thinks, always has. He did make this worse because now Damon is gonna want my blood, not his and no one earned respect. I’m pissed I’ll be looking over my shoulder because of defending him.
“What can we do to help Harper?” I ask, needing to focus on something other than beating the shit out of Riley.
He shakes his head, leaning back in the chair. “We’re gonna need to discuss it all around the table. Brooks wants to hear what everyone thinks.”
“Harper shouldn’t even be involved,” Riley says
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“No shit, but what choice do we have?” Zane growls, leaning over the table.
I grab his arm, pulling his back. “We have no choice. She’s only talking to former Vegas Kings, we’ll handle the dealer,” I say, more for Zane’s sanity.
“She’s meeting with Marco today, so we’ll see what he says,” Zane says, sighing.
“Look, no matter what happens, this shit isn’t about you and Harper. This is about trying to keep those pricks out of our neighborhood. It’s not the same thing, brother. Let that shit go. We won and you are fucking happy,” I say, slapping Zane’s shoulder.
Porter carefully tips his beer back, careful not to hit his lip, as he looks around. “Kace is right. This problem is not focused on one of us, it’s all of us. The Vegas Kings were bad because of the drugs, but we don’t need drugs and psychotic assholes. This plan will work, we just need to convince the dealer what a great opportunity it is. It’s the money they’re after, not making friends. They won’t care how fucking insane and unstable the Raging Devils are, as long as they are selling.”
We all nod agreeing and for the first time since yesterday, I feel a little lighter. Porter made a great point. It’s all about the money and if we can convince the dealer they will sell more than Kingsley ever imagined, he’ll go for it.
“You’re right,” I say, tilting my beer to him. I look at Riley and shake my head. “You’re lucky.”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes, which causes him pain that he doesn’t bring attention to. Brooks and Enzo come in and we all get around the table. It takes longer than I expected, but we finally decide the best move is exactly what Porter said. Once we find out who the dealer is, we can take it from there. I’m hoping Harper is able to get some information for us.
“What’s going on tonight?” I ask Zane when we are walking out of the room.
“I’m going home to have sex with my gorgeous wife,” he says, smiling.
I think it might be the first time I’m jealous he’s married. It must be nice not having to call your fuck buddy and hope she’s got no plans. Although, I have a feeling if I called Brittany, she’d ignore me like I have been her. Not because her feelings are hurt, but because she was horny and had to look elsewhere. I’m not even sure why I’ve been ignoring her, but I’m not going to fucking worry about it.
“Hey, before I get to the fucking, you wanna stop by and we’ll see what happened with Harper today?”
“As long as I’m outta there before the fucking starts,” I joke.
He laughs as we walk out of Souls. “No promises,” he says, lighting a cigarette.
It’s a short drive to Zane’s and it brings back memories of the months I stayed here. I miss it. Not the reason I was here, but the fun we all had. It was nice feeling like a family. A fucked up, crazy family, but still a family.
“You miss having me around?” I ask, laughing.
Z stops at the front door and turns with a smirk on his face. “Yeah Kace, every time I’m done fucking my wife, we both mourn the loss of having you around all the time.”
I flip him off, shaking my head. “Funny, I mourn the loss of your manhood all the time.”
We both walk in the door laughing, but Zane stops short, causing me to crash into his back. Before I can say anything, my eyes land on Ivy. Without thought my pulse picks up, my heart squeezes, and my skin is on fire. Fuck, she’s even more beautiful than I remember.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispers to Harper.