Page 59 of Prince Charming

“Listen, boy—” Rex started, and Rider stopped him dead with a stare cold enough to strip the skin off his old bones.

“Kicking off this meeting which I allowed you to have, with disrespect isn’t gonna make me happy. I’m not a boy. I haven’t been calledboyfor a very long time.” Rider stated. “You don’t throw out demands to me. Show your fuckin’respectand we can discuss. Or me and my VP will walk out of here.”

Hawk gave thesuits me fineglower from his standpoint by the door.

Rider witnessed the hit find the right target - Rex’s ego - when his plump face, skin stretched too tight, turned ruddy. “Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to your elder this way? You’ll remember whoI am.”

It was noted how quiet his two sons remained.

Those weak idiots wouldn’t dare speak out of turn.

Rider would be surprised if they knew how to fuck their wives without daddy’s command first.

Cocking his head toward Hawk—an avenging demon—arms crossed over his leather coat. “Remind me, who asked for this meet.”

“He did.” Hawk said, his voice unused and bored.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

If this was a trap, the old man was going to lose. This much he could guarantee. Outside of the back room, in Tag’s gym, stood Rider’s bodyguard. No one was getting past Snake.He didn’t need the security detail, he’d take care of Rex with his arms tied behind his back and he still wouldn’t break a sweat.

This show was all about the club. Shoving it in Rex’s face for what he’d lost.

Call him petty, Rider got his kicks where he could.

“I thought my brother would be here.”

“I don’t need Mad-dog to hold my hand.” Rider slid his navy gaze to his cousins, who shifted uncomfortably under his stare.Pussies.

“I’m prepared to offer you a 20% cut. It’s more than fair.”

“You want to run that by me again, I think I heard wrong…”

Rex turned furious red, puffing on a fat cigar, he blew the smoke across the table. “It’s more than fair.”

Rider chuckled to piss the guy off. “This is tedious. I’ve made myself clear, there’s no business I want to do with you. Enjoy retirement.”

“You talk about respect, nephew, but you forget who I am, what I was. You give none back.”

“What youwereis the correct term. Do you know why people like me will take time for meetings like this one?”

Rex rolled his eyes, impatient.

Rider held his smile at bay.

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“So I can put you in your place,Uncle.”

“My fuckin’ pla—”

“You still think it’s the eighties, that you have the gavel, the power. You have none. Your sons have none.Yet you go on trying, don’t you, Rex?”

“The club is nothing without me,” he hissed. Fuck, the man was drinking from the delusional water cooler in great gulps.

Even when Rex held the gavel, he was a shit prez, running the club into the red.

Rider smirked, amused. “The club was nothingwith you. You need to up your psychotic meds.”

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