Roman - Lane Hart Page 0,47
up and staring off into space, and that’s Roman’s fault!”
“He said all of us could give the description to finally catch the bastards,” Tessa explains. “Although, I should probably check on the other girls…see how they’re holding up after…”
“After reliving a nightmare?” I offer.
“It wasn’t that bad,” she huffs.
“Tessa, I’m so sorry he had you talk about all that. I know you don’t like to, and I never wanted you to have to try and remember details.”
“Hopefully, something I remembered will help find one of the men, and that’ll lead to the others,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders that are leaner than ever before. I bet she’s lost ten pounds or more over the past two weeks. She was already trying to get thin as a rail for the wedding.
“Roman is going to get an earful from me tonight!” I assure her.
“Go easy on him, Charlotte. The man is trying to help.”
“He went too far, though.”
“Maybe. Maybe he hasn’t gone far enough,” she replies as she gets to her feet. “I hate to cut our time short, but I really better go check on the other girls, see how they’re holding up.”
“Sure, of course,” I agree. “I’ll see you tomorrow. First thing.”
“Sounds good,” Tessa says as she wraps me up in a quick hug and then lets me go. “Bye, Charlotte.”
“Bye,” I reply as she hurries out of the room.
Roman
“What the hell were you thinking?” Charlotte bellows when she bursts into our Kings’ meeting and interrupts. I really should put a lock on that door to not only keep her out, but because lately this room has become the place where Charlotte and I fool around every night. Not at my house or in my bed, but here in the clubhouse in my chair. For a week now, we’ve been dry humping and giving hand jobs like high school kids. And while touching her and getting off is both fun, I want more.
No, I need more and so does Charlotte, if she wasn’t too stubborn to finally give in and stop acting like she’s cheating on her husband with me. Both of our emotions are running high, and I had a feeling that today might end in an argument.
No, I was certain this afternoon would be explosive, causing friction between Charlotte and me. Still, I felt it needed to be done, though, and I stand by that. None of the owners of the stolen vehicles could provide us with descriptions of the suspects. No, we had to get them from the only people who have seen their faces. Therefore, I will not have this hard-headed woman come into my meeting and chew me out.
“Get out,” I say through clenched teeth. Half of the nine men at the table automatically get to their feet, casting confused looks at each other. “I was talking to Charlotte,” I clarify.
She scoffs, and then her face turns bright red before she crosses her arms over her chest. I know what she’s going to say before the word leaves her sexy lips. “No.”
I slam my palm on the table so hard it’ll sting for days, making her jump. “Now, Charlotte!”
At least that reaction she respects. In fact, she reaches for the door handle and pulls it closed silently.
“You’re gonna pay for that later,” Winston mutters.
“No, she is gonna pay for that later,” I grit out. “Now, where were we?”
“Um, I was saying that…” Leo mumbles something I can’t hear at the head of the table.
Knowing that if I yell at him, he will wilt, I take a deep breath to calm myself. Leo is a good guy, and he maintains the clubhouse spotlessly. He can be as fierce as his namesake in a fight; but for some reason, speaking in front of the group gives him so much anxiety he squeaks like a mouse. “Say again a little louder, Leo. I’m afraid I got my blood up and it’s pounding in my ears!”
“Sorry, prez,” Leo says a bit louder. “I was just letting you know that I was able to work with our distributor and negotiate a deal on a bulk purchase of some top shelf liquor. We’re going to come in under budget for the next few months on alcohol. I wanted to ask the table if you want to keep prices steady to make more profit, or if you wanted to start the busy season off with a bang by hosting some big shindigs and pouring out some cheap drinks.”
“Damn, Leo,”