Page 116 of Knot My MC
“We should patch them in.”
Knox casts a careful look in my direction. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” I nod and grab a coffee mug from the cabinet. “Think about it. We’re bigger than they are. Their stuff is a mess and without Axel, the supplier connection is gone. These guys need stability. They won’t find that in a broken club.”
“And you want them all over here?” Jag sits back in his seat.
A few of them I could live without, but really the only reason I don’t care for them is because of Axel, and he’s dead. “I think it’s the smart move.”
Crow shakes his head. “We don’t have room for all of them. Not to mention, some of them won’t be accepted.”
I chew on my cheek and fill my cup, thinking for a moment. “Fine, maybe not all of them, but we offer to patch some of them. Maybe only those who haven’t killed any Hounds. You guys have hurt Wrecker too. Not everyone will want to patch over, but some might.”
Jag and Crow look to Knox, and he flicks his gaze between the two of them, taking measure of their reactions before turning to me. “We can put it to a vote. I can’t make any promises, but it is a good idea. With Axel dead and that supplier connection lost, Wrecker won’t have to worry about us, so long as they don’t get back into the drug business.”
I love how adamant they are about protecting Dolin as much as they can. Wrecker isn’t the only dealer in town, but they’re one of the bigger ones.
“Okay.” I beam at them and take a long sip of cinnamon coffee. It’s much better piping hot. “Thank you.”
“Of course, Angel.” Knox stands and comes to drop a kiss on my cheek. “But we need to gather everyone to discuss it. Will you be okay on your own?”
“I’ll be fine. I probably need to go talk to Riley.” I grimace. I’ve been putting him off and he’s called me two more times. The guys don’t like the idea of me going on my own, but I refuse to be the omega who won’t go places without her pack. “If they wanted to arrest me, they wouldn’t be leaving voicemails,” I say with a soft laugh. “Go do your meeting. I’ll text you when I’m home.”
They all say goodbye in their own way. Knox with another chaste kiss. Jag with a devastating one that leaves me breathless, and Crow with one that makes me ache for them to stay. They leave, and I finish my coffee. It’s time to stop delaying the inevitable. Captain Riley will find a way to meet with me and it’s better that I control when and where.
I ride over to the station and park my motorcycle between two cop cars and make my way inside. The guy at the front desk looks me up and down.
“Are you here to see your man?”
“Do I look like I’m here to see my man?” I scowl. “That’s judgmental as fuck, dude.”
His chest puffs up. “I’ve been around my fair share of old ladies. Who are you here to see.”
I smirk and press my hands to the counter, leaning toward him. “Captain Riley. Maybe I should tell him how big of an asshole you are.”
He blanches a little. “I’ll go get him.”
“You do that.” I hold back from making a snotty face at him. There are only so many fuck bucks in the day, and he’s not getting any more of mine.
Captain Riley emerges from an office in the back, and as if every cop in the place hasthe boss man is comingradar, they all focus really hard on whatever they’re working on. The captain’s gaze narrows slightly. He’s not buying it, but his attention moves to me and his charges are forgotten. He marches over and nods.
“Thanks for coming in, Kiki.”
“I know you miss me, but what would your mate say if she knew you were calling me?”
“Don’t be a smart ass.”
But it’s so much fun.
“What can I do for you?” I tip my head to the side, completely unapologetic for being myself.
“Let’s go to my office.” He escorts me to his area and shuts the door firmly behind us before taking a seat behind his desk. His eyes drill into me. “Axel is dead.”
I don’t know what to say to that. “He is?”
“You don’t sound sad.”
“I’m not.” I won’t bother with acting surprised and worried. If he had reason to suspect me, we’d be in an interrogation room instead of his office.
