Page 158 of Fury

Catch glared at me, wiping at his blood smeared nose. The hurt, misunderstood boy.

I slanted my head, returning his glare. “You expect me to applaud your fine example of manliness this evening?”

“I—”

“You put a pregnant woman in danger, the mother of your own child?”

Catch’s head swung to the side. “Kid’s not even his.”

“What?” said Drac.

“Jill’s new baby ain’t Boner’s. She’s a surrogate mother for Grace. Grace can’t have kids, and Jill offered to have her and Lock’s baby.”

Drac wiped a hand down his face. “Aw, shit.”

“So, you were wrong,” I said.

“I was wrong,” said Catch.

“I’ll bet Jill tried to explain, but you went off.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Catch said, his voice low. “In front of my mother, in front of Becca. In front of all the Jacks.”

“Feel good?”

“No.”

“You apologized?”

Catch let out a rough breath. “Every which way Boner and Lock wanted.”

I clenched my teeth against the anger churning in my chest, boiling up my throat.

I glanced at the large clock hanging over the center of the room. 3:32 am. “First thing in the morning, you call your mother and apologize and talk to your daughter. Then you call Jill and apologize. This is called being a man. Owning up to when you’re wrong. Making shit you fucked up right. Looking out for the people you love.”

I squatted down next to him. “You got some growing up to do. That would be controlling yourself. You’ve got good instincts, but you can’t go off the rails where women and children are concerned. You save up that fire for when your brothers need you, when you’re called.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I rose to my feet. “Go ahead, throw him his pity party.”

Slade clapped a hand on Catch’s shoulder. Den handed Led and Slade a beer. Drac gave me a glass of bourbon, and I drained it in one shot, but it did nothing to alleviate the pounding ache over my skull. I was tempted to go back to that girl’s bed and finish what we’d started. A good hard fuck, a good quick fix. But no matter how much my frustrated cock and high adrenaline level fed that urge, I didn’t have the energy to get back on my bike. I was exhausted.

“Refill,” I said, licking my lips. Drac poured me another. Leper crept into the room and sat at my feet.

I gestured at Led with my glass as I rubbed the dog’s head. “Did he really say that Butler has a new old lady and she’s related to Reich?”

“Yep, that’s what the man said,” Drac took a swig from the bourbon bottle.

I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that one bit. Butler “related” to Reich? “Related” to his club?

“I want to know about any business between the One-Eyed Jacks and Reich,” I said. “Anything.”

Drac glanced over at Led. “He’s spending the night. I’ll get something out of him.”

Catch stretched out on the sofa next to Den, a beer bottle in his hand, a scowl etched on his busted face.

Catch wasn’t going to let this drama die. Somehow I knew this wouldn’t be the end of it.

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