Page 87 of Royal Sons MC

Traeger chuckled. “Nah, I just know you. Besides, you’ve only looked at your phone a half dozen times. I’m sure it wasn’t to look at your guest.”

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, raising his middle finger to his nose, and scratched. “Oh shit, my bad.”

“Hey, you should be nice to the man who just offered to be your wingman.” Traeger lifted his arm when Kailani returned from the bathroom, the action seeming natural.

“Let’s go to my house and see how they’re doing. I’m not sure if Ayesha will let her sister out of her sight just yet.” King was the last to leave the room, ensuring everything was locked down. “Hold up, I’m going to ensure Kailani shut the bathroom light off.” He strolled to the back of the room and opened the door to the restroom. Once satisfied that all was good, he walked back out.

“I’m housetrained, you know,” Kailani said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Is that so?” King asked, not liking being questioned, especially by an ole’ lady.

“Shit man, she doesn’t know the rules.” Traeger put her behind him.

King shook his head. “Oh, she knows rules. Ain’t that right? Why are you pushing me, girl?” He crossed his own arms. The sudden quiet around them didn’t faze him, but from how Traeger tensed, he could tell this wouldn’t go how his friend planned.

“Yo, Traeger, you can handle this shit, or King can. What’s it to be?” Duke asked, coming to stand next to King.

“I’m sorry. My mouth ran off without me stopping to think of the consequences. It won’t happen again.” Kailani turned, pleading eyes up at him.

King ignored her, staring Traeger down. “Your move, brother.”

“Shit. Right here, right now?”

He nodded, answering Traeger’s questions.

“How many?” he asked King.

“There were five syllables in what she said that were disrespectful.” He looked around the room filled with his MC brothers. “Five times three should suffice. What say you, brothers?” King yelled.

Several ‘Hell yeah’ were met with ‘More,’ but he lifted his chin in a short jerk, silencing them. “Either you can do it, or Duke can. What’s it to be?”

Traeger moved his arm a bit stiffly. “I got it.” His head lowered; he murmured words to her that were too low for the rest of them to hear.

“I ain’t got all day. Let’s get this over with.” King waved his arm for Traeger and Kailani to move through the crowd. Fuck, he hated the fact that his chance at a little alone time was now being taken away.

Fifteen minutes later, Traeger and a stoic Kailani stood beside him outside the clubhouse. “I’ve got some new leads I’m gonna track down. Do you need anything else from me?” Keys asked, coming to stand next to King.

“Let me know if you hear any talk about Ayesha or Tiana. I’m gonna keep them off the radar for as long as possible.” King stepped away from the group.

“You think Little Bit likes pizza?” Traeger asked, rubbing his stomach.

Kailani rolled her eyes. “Where do you put it?”

Their words stopped him in his tracks. “Are you still taking T with you?” They were not leaving the property, but giving him and Ayesha a little alone time, where he didn’t need to worry about her sister coming in, was like a gift.

“What, you thought because Traeger had to discipline me for my outburst, I’d sulk and pay you back by not letting Tiana come with us? Come on, King. I’m not a two-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. Besides, I’d like to spend a little time with the girl.” Kailani met his stare with her own.

“Good to know. And just so you and I are on the same page, fifteen was letting you off easy,” he said.

AYESHA AND TIANA WATCHEDtwo movies; both had leading men her sister said were on her DTFN list. After Ayesha found out what that meant, she decided her sister would join a convent. “Nope, not gonna happen. Where do you guys come up with that shit?”

“Sksksk,” Tiana muttered.

Ayesha eyed her sister. “Do what now?”

Tiana giggled. “And and i oop anoop anioop.” She grabbed a pillow to cover her face.

“Is this that VSCO girl thing? Because, if it is, I’m putting my foot down on that one.” One of the stylists at her salon was very much a VSCO girl, going so far as to bring a real turtle into the salon and say she had saved it from death. Ayesha had allowed her to keep it there that day but demanded that she take her pet home and not bring it back again. Save the turtles, be damned. She wasn’t having them in her salon. The memory of her beloved business made her grimace. “Do you still want one of those fifty-dollar flasks?” she asked, changing the subject.

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