Page 30 of Fury

I take my seat and wait for everyone else to join. When we’re all settled, Axel bangs the gavel. “Thought we should all check in,” he begins. “Pit, you start.”

Pit leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Not much going on, Pres. We’re shifting the containers quickly, clearing the backlog.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I knew putting you in that role was a good idea.” He turns to Cash. “Books looking good?”

Cash nods. “Yep. Checked in with the VP earlier this month, and he’s happy,” he says, looking at Grizz for confirmation, who nods.

“Dare I say it, but this is the quietest shit’s been in a long time,” says Axel, grinning. “I could get used to it.” He turns to me. “But I know you’re about to fuck it all up.”

I sigh heavily. “Donnie is involved in some shit,” I say. “I don’t know what exactly, but it’s bringing trouble to his club. In the early hours this morning, one of his men took a beating. He was stabbed.”

“Fuck. Is he okay?” asks Nyx.

“I think he’ll be okay. Donnie knew some doctor, although I’m not sure how legit he actually was. But I’m worried about Xanthe.”

Axel groans. “Fucking women, every time,” he mutters, and we all turn to him. “That’s what brings us trouble,” he explains. “Me and Lex, Grizz and Luna, Fletch and Gemma.”

“Two of those women were cops,” Grizz points out. “And Luna didn’t bring anywhere near as much drama as Lexi.”

“Hit me with it,” says Axel, ignoring Grizz.

“Donnie has become obsessed with Xanthe,” I say. “She’s terrified. And now, he’s sending injured men her way to patch up. Chevy made a veiled threat last night, said something about her being in too deep with criminals to refuse to help.”

“I’d tell you ignore it,” says Axel, “but I can already feel Coop glaring at me.” A few of the men snigger, knowing Cooper always seems to advocate for women, maybe because his daughter is Lexi and he raised her alone. “What do you want us to do?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, Pres. I can’t leave her in the trenches.”

“Because you want her?” asks Grizz.

I smirk. “Maybe. We have history, but if I go there right now, he’ll come for me.”

Nyx smirks. “Rumour has it, you already went there.”

I glare at Fletch, who laughs. “And he almost caught me,” I admit. “I don’t want to give him an excuse to make this a competition.”

“Maybe he’ll get bored?” suggests Duke.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping,” I reply. “He ordered we take Logan to her place to get patched up. She could lose her nursing licence if they carry on using her like that. I’m gonna try to get through to Donnie, but if shit goes south, I need to know you have my back,” I say, fixing Axel with a stare.

“Of course, brother, you don’t even have to ask. You know I only agreed to Donnie’s proposal to teach you a lesson,” he says. “I can pull you, and we’ll deal with the fallout.”

I shake my head. “Nah, I won’t know what’s going on if you do that.”

“Alright.” He nods. “Stay safe. And if you think she’s in danger at any point, bring her to the clubhouse. He’d never come looking for her here, unless he knows you two have a past?”

I shake my head. “He doesn’t know.”

My mobile rings, and I see Donnie’s name. “Speak of the devil.” I stand and head out of church, answering the call.

“Pick me up from the club. I need to see Logan and find out who the fuck brought trouble.” He disconnects, and I immediately call Xanthe, who answers straight away.

“Donnie wants me to bring him over to yours so he can quiz Logan.”

“I thought he might make an appearance,” she mutters.

“It’s your chance to reiterate the message you sent him.”

“He didn’t even reply. I don’t know if he saw it.”

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