Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(149)

“Does she even know him?” Noble called out.

“No, she doesn’t,” Larkin said.

The guys got louder at that.

I sat back and watched, a small smile on my face. It felt good to see the guys getting as annoyed as I was about this whole thing.

“I know some of you think this arranged marriage is something we stopped doing,” Larkin went on, “and you’d be right. But in this instance, it’s important that we bring these two clubs together the right way.”

“Fuck that,” Noble yelled out. “You’re selling your daughter off to that traitor f*ck.”

Larkin stared down Noble and the crowd gently mumbled.

“This is not something I want to do,” Larkin said. “It’s something that must be done for the club to survive. Janine was asked if she would be willing to do this, not forced.”

I looked over at Ford.

“Like she could really say no,” I said.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Larkin loves that girl.”

“He does,” I conceded, “but he loves the club more.”

Ford gave me a look. “Don’t we all?”

I leaned back in my chair and didn’t answer.

What did I love more than my club? As far as I could see, the club was all I had. I’d never needed to think about this before, and I hoped I’d never need to again.

Because she was marrying another man, and that was that.

“The Rebels will start getting patched over as soon as possible,” Larkin called out. “I understand you don’t want that, but too f*cking bad. They’re going to become our brothers, so lay down your grudges and deal with it.”

“The boys are not going to be okay with this,” Dow mumbled.

“Are you okay with it?” Ford asked him.

“Guess I don’t care,” he answered. “Blood is blood.”

“These are men that killed our brothers,” Ford said.

“That was a long time ago,” I said.

“Not that long.” Ford shook his head. “This isn’t going to go down easy.”

“I suspect they know that,” I said, “which is why they’re marrying Janine off.”

Ford nodded. “Yeah, guess so.”

“We can’t get caught up in our petty anger,” Larkin said over the general buzz of activity. “If we begin to fight within ourselves, we’ll lose the fight with the real enemy.”

“The f*cking Snakes!” Stonewall hollered.

“And those f*cking Mezcals!” Reggie added.

“That’s right,” Larkin yelled, getting the boys riled up. “We’ve got no love for the Rebels; that’s true. But they’re about to become our brothers, and with that added strength we’ll crush the Snakes and the Mezcals and end this f*cking war.”

The boys all hooted, cheering.

“Now let’s f*cking drink!” Stonewall yelled, and the place went f*cking nuts.

I looked at Dow and he just shook his head. “Grunts will follow,” he said.

“What are we going to do?” I asked Ford.

“Nothing,” he said, “and you know it. We’ll follow the club. This might be bad for Janine, but it was her choice.”

“Yeah,” I said, “it was her choice.”

The place was buzzing with electricity and excitement. There was still an undercurrent of anger over the Rebels coming into our club, but for the most part everyone was excited to have some added strength coming.

Truthfully, the war had been hard these past months. The Snakes weren’t exactly gaining ground, but we were losing guys faster than anyone wanted. There were grumbles about the war, some guys getting angry over the death and the waste.

But to me, those guys were just f*cking cowards. This was what we did, the war shit. We killed our enemies and that was it.

Drinks were poured and the place got rowdy. After about ten minutes, I caught sight of Janine walking over toward our table.

She stopped nearby. “Clutch,” she said, “I’m heading home.”

“The wife calls,” Dow joked.

I glanced at him. “Better not,” I said. “Jetter might hear.”

Dow grinned.

“Later, boys,” I said, and walked over to Janine.

I led her out of the place, out of the roaring crowd and into the quiet evening.

“How did it go, meeting him?” I asked her.

“Weird,” she said. “Very weird.”

“What did you think?”

She sighed. “I’d rather not talk about it. Can you just take me home?”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

We got onto my bike and roared toward her apartment. She looked tired, real tired, and I could only guess at what was going on inside her head. The girl had just met her future husband for the first time and been officially claimed by him.

She could still back out, but it was going to be much harder. There’d be much more fallout now if she left.

I knew she wouldn’t. I knew she wasn’t the type to back down when things got hard. If anything, she was stubborn as hell and was going to dig in.

I parked out front again and took her upstairs, leading the way. She didn’t argue this time, just looked too tired to fight. I unlocked her door and went in first, checking the place out before letting her in.