Page 16 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

“Hey,” I snarl.

Archer ignores me and snaps his fingers at the cop leaning against the wall. “Put this asshole in a holding cell and don’t let him or any of his buddies go for at least an hour after we’ve left. You might be in the clear for this murder because my cousin said you guys were helping her clean up her baking failure, but that doesn’t mean I trust you or fucking agree with your claim.”

The cop grabs my arm and I try to wrench free when Archer places a hand on Livi’s back and guides her down the hallway.

“Fuck you,” I roar. “She’s mine and nothing or no one will take her away from me. Not now, not ever.”

Livi glances over her shoulder at me right before Archer takes her around the corner. The cop pulls me into a room and locks me up. I have no clue how long I wait for someone to open the door and let me out, but I’m pretty damn sure it’s longer than the hour Archer requested.

Once we’re finally back at the clubhouse, I’m glad the three old members of Wisely Dicey aren’t here. It’s just the remaining members who all have my back, and it’s a good thing too ’cause it allows us to talk business.

“Find out anything yet?” Macsen asks Lenz.

Lenz’s fingers are still dancing over the keyboard of his laptop. “Working on it.”

“I have no clue why they wouldn’t say shit at the station,” Atteo grumbles.

Jocko places a bottle of beer in front of me. “Either they’re still holding him or they cut him loose.”

“Duh.” Elric plunks down next to Midas on the couch. “We’re just wondering what option the fucker got.”

“And why the hell the other members didn’t show up here at the clubhouse,” Mercer states.

I swallow the beer down and place the bottle back on the table. “Exactly. It’s suspicious as fuck to know they’re out and not come here straight away.”

Jocko hands Atteo and Lenz a beer. “Prospects aren’t here ’cause we kicked them out of the clubhouse. I’d feel better if we kicked those old farts out as well, at least we’d know why they’re not here.”

“Yeah, I don’t like this at all,” Macsen grunts. “For all we know they’re huddled somewhere, agreeing to shove knives in our backs or something.”

“Like we’ve been doing?” I dryly state.

Macsen flips me off. “Completely different. Taking out one bad seed who’s killing the club and all members connected to it doesn’t compare to old farts taking down the next generation. There’s honor in what we’re trying to do as a unity. Hell, if he was a normal fucker we’d force him to step down but anyone who gives him any lip ends up with a bullet as a final statement.”

“The guy has past the point of being unreasonable,” Jocko agrees.

“We wouldn’t have done it if he’d forced our hand,” Midas adds.

I take a deep breath and slowly bob my head. We didn’t have another choice, but the betrayal still runs hot through my veins.

“He’s still locked up,” Lenz says.

“At least that’s something,” I grumble.

Macsen leans forward. “We’ll track down the old farts come morning and call a meeting. We’ll take a vote and make sure you’ll take the gavel.”

Shit. Hearing him say those words leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. To others it might seem like I want the gavel no matter what. To be honest? I’d rather stay VP for a couple more years and have a normal fucking father. Not one who ruins everything for everyone.

Lenz turns his laptop to show me the camera feed. “Your old lady is home.”

We adjusted one of the cameras out front to keep an eye on Livi’s driveway. It’s motion activated and Lenz has been keeping an eye out for me. Automatically I get to my feet.

“Go get some answers and give us an update after you had your cock taken care of.” Macsen grins and it’s a good thing he’s not within striking distance.

I am in fact itching to get answers and then get my cock wet, but it’s none of his damn business. Whirling around, I stomp out of the clubhouse and head for my old lady. Crazy how in one day a lot of shit happens. My mind is reeling, and I’m still processing the fact Livi’s cousin is the president of Broken Deeds MC.

Okay, we didn’t exactly have time for long discussions after I claimed her, but being blindsided by this massive piece of information is a punch to the dick. I mean, being connected to an MC she damn well knows it’s the first thing you say when you…okay, like I said; we didn’t have time to discuss me claiming her on the spot.

On the other hand, it does explain why she entered the clubhouse without fear to bring over some muffins. I raise my fist to knock on her door, but she’s already opening it for me.

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