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Who knew? But if that little shit didn’t show up soon, I was going to change my mind. That thought alone should have made me happy, but it didn’t. As much as I wanted to hold on tothe reins, I was tired. Besides, I promised Bailey that we would spend our golden years together. Not with my brothers.

It was now or never. This club was my legacy, and I had the right to pass it down to whoever I wanted. Even if the little shit was late.

“Where the fuck is he?” I groaned, looking around the room.

“He mentioned he was going to town last night. Something about meeting up with a girl,” Priest stated, leaning back in his chair as he flipped through the book he was reading.

“What girl?” I asked, looking at Priest, and my brother just shrugged his shoulders.

Swinging my gaze to Enigma, I asked, “Did Benny go with him?”

“Who knows?” Enigma yawned. “Benny hasn’t been saying much lately. Shug and I think he’s still hung up over Marley.”

“Thought it was an amicable breakup?” Banks commented.

“Yeah, so did we.”

“Could be worse. Alek called me two days ago, pissed because he found Nash passed out drunk in the Gentleman’s Club. He told me Illyria threatened to cut off his dick if he ever showed up there again.”

“Thought he was coming home?” I asked.

Banks sighed. “So did we, but apparently he’s having too much fun in the city.”

Fuck, I wanted this meeting over fast. I needed to run into town and grab myself a coffee. Thank God Beth still ran the coffee shop. I didn’t know what I would do if she quit. Bad enough, Mike had retired from being the town sheriff, saying he would not spend the rest of his life making sure our sons and daughters walked the straight and narrow. I told the fucker he could arrest the lot of them, but he flat out refused to do our dirty work.

Reaching for my phone, I called my baby girl, and when she answered, I groaned. “Can’t talk right now, Dad. I’m busy.”

“Get un-busy. Where is your brother?”

“How the hell should I know? Probably fucking some tramp.”

“Rosie,” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Language.”

“Oh please.” My daughter laughed. “Momma curses more than I do; besides, you know I’m right. Ever since he came home, he’s been fucking his way through the population of Rosewood. Look at it this way, Dad. If he continues, you’re gonna be a grandpa soon.”

At that, I heard my lovely wife laugh in the background. “You tell him, Rose!”

Groaning, I said, “If you see him, tell him to get his ass here fast.”

“Okie dokie!” my baby girl said, disconnecting the call as I growled, “I’m gonna kill him.”

“You kill him, and then who will take over?” Gunner grinned.

“I can appoint Mikie.”

Gunner threw his head back and laughed. “Good luck with that. My boy is happy where he’s at.”

Sighing, I knew Gunner was right. Mikie, Gunner’s only son, took after his mother and lived in the garage. From the moment that boy watched his mother take apart an engine, the young boy was hooked.

“Now, if you want to be all politically correct, I vote for Hailey.” Gunner smirked, and I grimaced.

“Do you want Savage to kill me?” I snarked. “Because he will. That bastard flat out refuses to let his niece anywhere near this place. Hell, that’s if Cameron doesn’t kill me himself. Those two hate each other. Can’t stand to be in the same damn room. Do I need to remind you of what happened during Hailey’s sweet-sixteen party?”

Frank chuckled. “That shit was funny.”

Priest nodded, then added, “But that pales in comparison to the greenhouse fiasco. Isn’t that right, Scribe?” Priest smiled at Scribe, who still paled when that shit was mentioned. Even after all these years, nothing compared to that mess.

We had just returned home from Daytona after C.C.’s big win to find the Rosewood Fire Department, along with Mike, standing around waiting for our arrival. The second we pulled into the compound, Scribe and Cameron both bolted around to the back of the clubhouse. Following them, all hell broke loose.

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