Page 41 of Bully's Darkness
He nods, and Tally raises a hand to offer. I give him the nod.
“Keep digging. Discreetly. And if you find out anyone’s feeding them info, I want to know before they draw another breath.”
He nods and turns back to the screen.“Already on it, Pres.”
Chapter Twelve
Olivia
The men have been holed up in church for hours, and without my mobile phone to occupy me, I’ve turned my attention to the rota Birdy and Poodle have worked on. They’re watching me with bated breath as I look it over, and when I nod in approval, they relax. “It’s missing a couple people, though,” I say, and Poodle frowns, taking it back and scanning it.
“I literally have everyone,” she says, her brow furrowed.
“Me and Bria.”
She looks up. “You’re the Pres’s old lady,” she says with an amused expression like my words are absurd.
“We all have to pull our weight,” I say, taking the rota back and adding my name down for two nights of cooking. “Bria is a terrible cook, but she won’t mind cleanup,” I say, adding her in for dishes and bin duties. “I’ll also help with other things when I’m not at work.” They exchange a confused look. “What?” I ask.
“You work?”
I laugh. “Yeah. Well, when the club isn’t locked down, that is. Good job I have an understanding boss.”
“And Bully doesn’t mind?” asks Birdy.
I slide into a seat beside Poodle. “Maybe. He hasn’t mentioned it. But I’m not relying on the club to support me if things go wrong.”
“What would go wrong?” asks Poodle.
I shrug. “If Bully and I don’t work out.”
“But he claimed you,” says Birdy, giving an unsure laugh. “Don’t you have to make it work?”
“We’ve had our issues,” I say. “Most of which involve this club. And while I know this life is . . . different, I refuse to put my heart and soul into it and let my old life go.”
Poodle gives a sympathetic smile. “You’re worried he’ll end up in prison again?”
I look away, scared she’s seeing far more than I mean her to. “Anyway, get this rota up, and if anyone is slacking, let me know and I’ll sort it.”
Birdy smiles. “You’re alright,” she says, and I return her smile.
“Not as bad as some are saying, right?”
The door opens and Bully fills it. Just by the look on his face, I can see he’s still moody. The other two leave without a word, probably sensing the dark cloud that hangs over him. I follow him with my eyes as he goes to the coffee pot and fills a mug, then he turns to leave. I roll my eyes in irritation just as Bria enters, passing him and joining me at the table.
“You okay?” she asks.
I shrug. “He’s ignoring me.”
“Enjoy the peace,” she says with a grin. “What happened?”
“Darren, or Dagger, texted me. Somehow, that’s my fault.”
She gives a giggle. “Oooh, conversing with the enemy.”
I smirk. “It’s not funny.”
“What’s Bully so worried about? You’re locked-up here. It’s not like you can run away with the other big, bad biker.”
