Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(64)

“Sorry, boys. I overslept.” I avoid looking at Felix, ‘cause I’m sure he’s giving me a look a bitch would give a friend after she f*cked her ex-boyfriend.

I slam the gavel. “First order of business.”

“Gentry boys are taken care of…” I nod, knowing exactly how that went down. Bones brought the van, Mac and I shot two of the men, Felix used his buck knife, and Machete used his machete on one. The cleanup was quick, and we left. So, why is he bringing that up?

“But…” Machete twists his lips. “Seems we’re missing one.”

“What the f*ck does that mean? Explain.”

“I mean, we had four bodies in the back of the van. Bones went to dispose of them and there were only three.”

“Find him!” I yell. Having a missing Gentry can be dangerous, not only to the club, but any member’s family, as well. They’re rednecks without a code, without a structure. I don’t know much about them, but I know enough to understand no hell is too low for those f*ckers.

“We’ve been trying!” Felix shouts. “If you’d answer your phone, you’d see a lot of shit has been going down around here. You know your uncle patched in two guys we’ve never even heard of?”

“I know, I took care of it.”

“Oh, you took care of it?”

Shooting Felix a look, I take in a slow breath, my glare telling him to calm the f*ck down before he says something that gets us all in shit. I don’t know who we can trust at this table, so my uncle is a conversation we’ll have later.

“So, what do we do about the missing Gentry?” Machete asks, taking the subject of my uncle off the table.

Sitting forward, I rub at my forehead. Where did the little f*cker go?

“Did you call it in?” Meaning have we used our dirty cops and sheriffs to find the *.

Felix inhales quickly. “Wasn’t sure if you wanted us to go that route.”

“Do it.”

“You got it, brother.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, Uncle Frank is looking for you.”

“Got it.” I slam the gavel down, dismissing the boys.

Frank is going to be the big problem though. I need to figure out how to get him away from my club. In doing that, I might have to get my hands a little bloody.

Regardless, it ends now.





JILLIAN


Waking up this morning, Zeek is gone. My body is still stiff in some places, so I skip going to work again today, even though it’s all I want to do. Maybe going to the gym will help stretch the tightness out.

I pack my gym bag and head for a workout.

I change into my tight, black elastic pants and a pink tank top. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I stuff my bag into a locker and go pee before hitting the treadmill.

“Oh, my God, last night he took me to that new Italian restaurant. It was soooo good. And I know he spent a buck, because that champagne he ordered was over a hundred dollars,” a voice sounds from inside the locker room.

“He sounds so genuine. And he is such a looker. You think anyone in the department knows you’re dating?” another voice sounds.

“I don’t think so. If so, then we’ll deal with it.”

“You guys are so cute.” I roll my eyes and step out of the stall.

Both girls turn around, their faces bright red. I know one woman as Deputy Sara Collins. She was flirting with Deputy Needon at The Big Blue restaurant.

“Busted.” The other girl smiles, clearly loving the drama.

Sara smacks her lips together, resting her hands on the sink behind her.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run back to Daddy and tell him?”

I smirk. “No. You two aren’t smart enough to keep your mouths shut, so you’ll tell on yourself soon enough.” I sneer, heading toward the door.

“You’re just jealous.”

Stopping, I look over my shoulder at her. “Of what, exactly?”

“That I have someone who’s proud to be by my side. Someone who’s not ashamed of taking me out. Hell, have you even had a man brave enough to climb between those legs of yours?” She laughs, and the other girl giggles.

“Just because I don’t have my name and number etched on the third stall saying I go both ways doesn’t mean I don’t get a good f*cking, Sara.” Lifting my brows, I nod toward the stall I just left. Her smile fades, looking at the stall in a panic.

Laughing, I walk out of the locker room just in time to hear Sara scream in horror.

Bitch.

***

Jogging on the treadmill, I think about what Sara said. I want to run, anger demanding to be released, but I’m not sure if my foot is ready for that. For some reason, her words are hitting me harder than I expected. Zeek isn’t the kind of guy to go on a date; I know that. Us being anywhere out in public is beyond stupid, but for some reason… I want to know that taking a chance on us getting caught is worth it to him. That I’m worth the risk.

My phone beeps.

Wanna grab lunch at our place? - A

Meet you there. - J

I head to the diner and find Alessandra in the booth, her uniform on, hair pulled up tight as usual.

Her eyes lift to mine, and she smiles as I sit in the adjoining booth.