Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(129)

“Keely does not get to be in this either,” Tack fired back.

“Excuse me, but she’s clearly coming back to the fold, which means she’s a sister even more than she already was a sister and as such, her other sisters have to have her back,” Tyra retorted.

Tack looked at his daughter and said, “You definitely know better than to pull this shit.”

From the back, Hound saw Tabby shrug.

“You can direct all communication to me since we decided that I’m the spokesperson for our group,” Tyra put in and got her husband’s narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know whether I’m gonna laugh or my head’s gonna fuckin’ explode,” High muttered, and Hound looked to him to see him scowling at Millie.

Tack’s voice getting louder regained Hound’s attention. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to keep your nose outta brother shit?”

“Since Bev told us Hound and Keely were together and we would need to prepare for this exact thing happening,” Tyra flung her arm toward the floor, “it occurred to us this was actually sister shit. And Keely was not happy this might go down and the last thing the Club needs right now is dissension, so we’re here to intervene.”

Tack’s voice was now dangerously quiet. “Since Bev told you about Hound and Keely?”

Tyra tossed her hair. “Yes.”

“How long have you known?” Tack asked.

“Awhile,” Tyra answered unhesitatingly.

Now Tack was shouting. “And you didn’t tell me that shit?”

Tyra leaned her old man’s way and shoveled his shit right back at him. “We sisters have some stuff that’s just between us too.”

Everyone lost Tack’s face seeing as he bent his head so far back to look at the ceiling, all they had was a view of his throat and the underside of his jaw. They also saw his chest expand as he took in a big breath.

Hound felt for the man.

He’d fallen for Keely when she was Black’s. Then, it was controllable. She was untouchable.

He’d never fall for Tyra. She was easy to look at, and with her attitude, probably an amazing lay.

But with that attitude, she was also a serious pain in Tack’s ass.

Tack totally got off on it (for the most part, barring times like these).

Hound would put up with it for about a minute before he’d get shot of her even before he got all he ever wanted in an old lady.

Finally, Tack looked back at his woman. “Right, get out.”

“Kane—” she began.

Tack cut her off. “This is as much Hound’s choice as Dog’s. He took on Arlo, he’s gotta finish with Dog and then it’s done. But it’s gonna get done with you takin’ your ass and your girls’ asses and waiting outside.”

Tyra sounded confused. “You’re not all gonna beat him up?”

“I’m not explaining it further,” Tack retorted. “I’m tellin’ you, Dog’s got about two minutes left of his go and then it’s done and you and your girls are out until it’s over.”

“But—” she tried.

“Out, woman,” Tack growled.

There was a long beat of nothing.

Then Tyra said, “Well, since it’s only Dog left, we’ll go.”

Christ, what was going down was going down and Hound was about to start laughing.

He beat that back, looked to Dog, saw Dog was beating his back so they both turned their eyes to their boots.

He lifted his when he felt fingers wrap around his forearm and he saw Bev had hold of him.

“Good luck, honey,” she said softly.

Jesus, did Bev just call him “honey?”

“Keely’s waiting outside,” she finished.

Hound did a very slow blink.

“Say what?” he asked.

“She refused to come in. Said this was your gig and she’d come in after it was over,” Bev explained.

His woman had been out of the fold longer than all of these bitches (except Bev, and obviously Tabby) had been in it, and she still was more old lady than the lot of them.

“You think maybe you should have followed her lead?” he asked.

Bev shrugged.

Hound shook his head.

Bev gave him a thumb’s up, turned tail, and for once without even a glance at Boz, followed behind Carissa, the door closing them off.

“Give me a shot of that top shelf tequila, boo.”

All eyes turned to Elvira, still on her stool and ordering a drink from Rush, who was behind the bar, like she wasn’t in a motorcycle club compound but instead just in a club.

“I know you know that you, especially, should not have your ass right there,” Tack declared to Elvira on a low rumble.

“I do know this, big man,” Elvira replied. “We had a powwow and during that powwow I told all your bitches they should be nowhere near here but they wouldn’t listen to me. So I’m packin’ my Taser in case one of you badasses lost your mind, as, just my opinion, and I’ll repeat, not that anyone has listened so far, they were way outta line. Told ’em to let the brothers sort it out among the brothers. It’d go a lot faster, be a lot less painful and not get their asses in a sling on the home front. They were determined to back up Keely. My job is to back them up even if they’re doin’ stupid-ass shit that in turn might get me uninvited to Chaos hog roasts for the rest of eternity. And that right there is proof of my dedication to the sisterhood, because you boys can roast a mean hog. So here I am,” she motioned to her ass on the stool by drawing both hands out down low at her sides, “backin’ them up.”