Riley
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I lay in bed, completely content for the first time in months. Gillian is in my arms, agent dickweed is out of the picture, and the club is whole again. I’m happy, truly happy. I kiss the top of Gillian’s head and reluctantly climb out of bed. I need to be around the table in a few minutes to go through everything I took last night.
I get dressed, never taking my eyes off of the beautiful, sexy as fuck, hell cat in my bed. I’m going to make that girl so fucking happy for the rest of my life. I grin, slipping out the door and closing it quietly behind me.
I light my smoke as Zane and Kace come out of their rooms. “Morning,” I mumble.
“Yeah, it is, we can finally go home and put that baby back in his crib,” Kace says, laughing.
I grin, slapping his back. “Your dick getting jealous?”
Zane laughs with me, but Kace shakes his head. “Fuck you, Riley. My dick gets exactly what it needs.”
“Your hand?” I ask, as we get around the table.
He shakes his head and sits down, shaking his head. “Asshole,” he mumbles.
“Hey, we’ve all been there. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say, shrugging.
Brooks and the others walk in and there’s a lightness in the air. The threat is gone and it’s felt by everyone.
“Alright, now that Riley got rid of the agent, let's see what his plans really were,” Brooks says.
He empties the papers out of the box and briefcase that I took from the agent’s car last night. I pull the burner phone out of my pocket and slide it on the table. We all start digging in, looking for anything that could tell us something.
I pick up some papers and flip through them. It’s nonsense. There are pages of just a bunch of circles, pages of numbers, and pages of the alphabet. It’s like he was so fucking bored he was just scribbling anything down to occupy his mind.
“He wrote a list of all the chicks he’s ever fucked,” Finn says, laughing.
“He also wrote a list of all the pets he’s ever had,” Zane says, tossing the paper.
This guy was even more fucked up than I thought. I don’t think he had problems; I really think he just didn’t know how to fill his time alone.
“He has another number that he called a lot,” Enzo says, holding up the phone.
He reads off the number and Porter reverse searches it. He starts laughing and holds up his phone. “It’s a phone sex number.”
We all laugh and I shake my head. “I thought we’d find something, but it’s clear he acted completely alone.”
Brooks nods in agreement as we continue through the scribblings. I find the documents he drew up to protect Gillian and tear them into shreds. These papers probably meant dick anyway.
“Riley, I think we’re good. There is nothing substantial here at all. It’s all nonsense,” Brooks says, pushing the papers away from him. “I think we can all agree that, even though it was reckless as hell, we appreciate what you did, Riley.”
“Hell yes,” Zane says.
“We can all go home today, but I think to be safe that Gillian and Riley stay a day or two longer,” Enzo says.
I nod, crossing my arms. “Fine with me. I just need to go grab some clean clothes later,” I say.
“Also, since we are here let’s talk about money,” Brooks says, looking at Porter.
Porter is the treasurer and he does a damn good job. “Once again we have made a little more than last month. Souls is bringing in as much as Souls Two now.”
I glance at Zane and see the pride on his face. Harper is the one in control of Souls Two and it was one of the best decisions we ever made. She’s doubled our income and gotten both clubs to become a favorite hangout for a lot of people.
“If no one else has anything, we can get the fuck out of here,” Brooks says.