Page 45 of Undone

They all sprang from their seats as if their asses were all on fire. I chuckled as I finished my drink. Rog was gonna shit. He brought Federico in and now we were taking him. I pulled out my cell.

“Prez?”

“Pack your shit, VP. You’re moving to Oakland.”

He hesitated a second.

“That’s an order.”

“Does Rog, know?”

“No. Do you want to tell him?”

“Fuck.Jeféis going to flip his shit.”

“He’s not your boss. I am.”

“Fuck…” He cursed in a mixture of English and Spanish.

“Stop being a girl.”

“You tell him.”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine. Since no one else in this damn MC has enough balls to do it.”

I disconnected and called Rog. “Smith?” He barked.

I leaned back in my chair, propping my feet on the table. “Silver Fox.”

“Fuck you,” he spat. I don’t know why I purposely goaded him knowing the news I was about to break.

“I’m taking Federico.”

“The hell you are!”

“It went to a vote. He’s my new VP.”

“Hello?” The sounds of crashing, banging, and cursing had me grinning like a motherfucker. I held the phone away from my ear while he continued his tantrum.

“You still there, old man?”

“Call me by either name again and I’ll break that pretty boy nose of yours.”

I grinned. The man was a fucking bear. I had no doubt it’d be one hell of a match if we ever came to blows. “I know this is difficult for you… you being old as fuck and all—,” I drawled, “and so—I’ll let you keep him for another few weeks or so. Time’s ticking.”

The sound of the phone being thrown against the wall was the last thing I heard before the call ended.

“That went well.” I picked up my drink and walked out. I had better things to do anyway—like find my girl and make her scream my name. All. Night. Long.

I found her over by the pool table. She bit her lip as she rounded the table eyeing possible shots. Eyes were looking everywhere but at her heart-shaped butt, fit snug in her denim shorts, as she bent over and took her shot. She called the corner pocket and I was impressed as the cue ball hit its mark and she sunk her striped ball.

Shanna flicked her hair over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes.

Shit.

The two women were playing competitively. This wasn’t a game for fun. I found a spot next to Duke. “I called Rog.”

“How did he take it?” He asked, never taking his eyes off his woman.

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