Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“And where will we be picking up his order.”
“That’s already been handled,” Grant answered. “It will be ready for you on Friday.”
There was a brief lull, and Prez used it as an opportunity to stand and say, “I think that should do for now. We won’t take up any more of your time.”
“Of course.” Grant stood and smiled, “I’ve truly enjoyed our little meet and greet, and if there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”
We were all slow to move, and justifiably so. We’d just had a crap-ton of information laid in our lap, but as soon as Prez started out of the room, we were quick to follow. None of us spoke as we made our way out of his house and down the steps. Before he shut the door, Grant stuck his head out and said, “Until next time. You boys have a good one.”
Without saying anything more, he closed the door and left us to our own devices. Prez immediately turned to Wrath and ordered, “Call everyone into church. We have a lot to go over.”
Wrath nodded, then took out his phone and started sending messages. He was still at it as he followed me over to my SUV and got inside. I waited until everyone else was in their own vehicle, then led the way back to the clubhouse. As I started down the road, I couldn’t help but glance over at Maggie’s place. I’d hoped to get a quick glance at her, but it was almost nine, and she’d be gone for the day.
I quickly turned my focus back to the road ahead, but it wasn’t long before I found myself thinking about the night before when Maggie had asked me to dinner. I was hoping that she would’ve messaged me, letting me know which night, but I hadn’t heard a word from her. I won’t deny that I was more than a little concerned, but I’d put the ball in her court—again.
Like it or not, I’d have to wait and see if she made a move. It wasn’t going to be easy. I wasn’t a patient man, especially when it came to something I really wanted, and I really wanted her. I was thinking of a way I could get around the whole waiting thing when Wrath asked, “You okay over there?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Just got some stuff on my mind.”
“Stuff, huh?” Wrath scoffed. “What’s her name?”
“Ah, it’s not some chick. I just...”
“What’s her name, Roost?”
“Maggie.” I glanced over at him as I admitted, “I ran into her a couple of times, but I don’t know if anything’s gonna come of it.”
“You like her?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“Then, make something come of it.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Of course, it is.” Wrath gave me one of his looks. “If I can make something come of me and Mia, you can make something come of you and this Maggie chick.”
He had a point. Mia was Stitch’s daughter, and he was one brother you didn’t want to piss off. Hell, most men wouldn’t dare to even glance in her direction, much less try to claim her, but Wrath would’ve walked through fire for her. There was some back and forth, but in the end, he won her over and her father, too.
That should’ve been enough to inspire me, but I’d been down this road before. I wasn’t looking to get burned, so I told him, “Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”
“We’ll see. Hmph.” Wrath gave his beard a quick scratch. “That doesn’t sound like the Rooster I know.”
“The ball is in her court.”
“Well, if she doesn’t make a play soon, you might wanna give that ball a little nudge. That is if you think this is a game worth playing.”
“That’s just it. I’m not sure.”
“That’s something you’re gonna have to figure out later.” Wrath’s attention was drawn back to the road ahead, and as we pulled through the clubhouse gate, he ordered, “Right now, we need your focus on things here. Once we get shit settled, you can figure things out with your girlfriend.”
I gave him a nod, then parked and followed him inside to the conference room. It didn’t take long for it to fill up with the rest of the brothers, and Prez wasted no time filling them in on everything that had happened. While they all had concerns about working with Grant, they were more concerned about Cotton stepping into Bruton’s role, especially Savage.
I got it.
Cotton was his father.
During his time as president, he’d been in some tight spots, and there were times when we all feared for his life. When Cotton stepped down, Savage thought the days of him being in danger were over, but now there was a chance he was going to be taking on an even more dangerous role—a role none of us were sure he should take. I could tell by his clenched jaw that my brother was on the verge of losing it. His eyes were locked on his father as he said, “I’m not sure about this.”