saw Chewy talking to a man who was then contracted to kill the Henchmen president. And me," I added. "A contract killer that I put in a grave, mind you. I'm talking about the Henchmen being ambushed in North Carolina. You know what I find funny about that, Dad? The fact that Chewy would have been down your way not long before that."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm telling you that I wasn't the only person with a snake in my club. I'm telling you that some of the men you are looking at right now went behind your back to attempt to take out a rival MC without your permission."
"Why the fuck would they do that?"
"That's what you should be asking your men, isn't it? My best guess is Chewy would have offered them a cut of the income he'd get by taking out the Henchmen. Chewy had been with you for a long time. I'm sure he had buddies in your club that weren't pleased that he didn't get his own chapter. And he was just there to visit and rile them up for a couple weeks."
"Weeks?" my father asked, making my blood run cold. "No. No, Chewy was here for two days. He did his drop. He did a little partying and fucking his old favorite clubwhores. Then he was on the road back to you."
"Yeah, no. He didn't show up for a couple weeks."
"And you didn't question him?"
"He said he was with you," I snapped. "And since he and I have never been close—like I told you before you forced me to take him on as a VP—I didn't think anything of it."
"Don't drudge up that shit again," my father grumbled.
"'That shit' being the rampant sexism you allowed to be a part of my life? Oh, gee, how come I can't just get over that shit, huh?"
"Well, you went ahead and proved us all right, didn't you? Letting that Henchmen fuck you. Disgusting."
Beside me, Fallon stiffened, making me acutely aware that his volume must have been loud on his phone because he was hearing every word.
Before I could even realize his intention, his hand was yanking the phone away from my ear, holding it up to his own.
"You will speak to her with some fucking respect, or you don't need to speak to her at all. She's trying to help you, and all you can do is criticize her? No fucking wonder she couldn't wait to get away from you."
"Fallon..." I said, reaching upward. Touched, but knowing that they were both stubborn asses, and that this was only going to escalate.
"No, you will listen!" Fallon roared, shocking me enough to jerk back, eyes widening.
I mean, yeah, the guy had a temper. I'd known about it for a long time. I used to really enjoy provoking him into anger. But this was different. It was raw and primal. Authoritative.
Really, really fucking hot.
That was what it was.
Hot.
"With absolutely no fucking respect," Fallon continued, "your men, and therefore you, have fired shots at me and mine," he went on. "You want to start a war, you mother fucker, we're game. Pretty sure you wouldn't like the outcome of that, though. But if you want to shut your goddamn mouth, and listen to your daughter who was calling you with a warning, then we can come up with a plan together to put an end to this. Otherwise, it's your fucking funeral. Yeah, that's what I thought," Fallon said, holding the phone out toward me. "There," he said, giving me a ghost of a smile. "Your father wants to—much more civilly—talk to you," he added as I reached for the phone.
But instead of raising it to my ear, I hit the end button, and tossed it onto the nightstand.
"Babe..."
"He can wait," I declared, my hands sliding up the front of his thighs, watching as realization heated his eyes. "No one has ever stood up for me before," I admitted. "Ever," I emphasized. "Not once in my life," I told him as my fingers worked his button and zipper free, then started to pull his pants down his thighs, exposing his cock that was already getting hard. "And while I don't need someone to do it," I continued as my hand closed around his cock, "I really like that you just did it."
"Yeah?" he asked, voice rough. "How much did you like it?" he asked, smile a little devilish.
"A whole lot," I said, voice low, teasing.
"Yeah? Show me how much," he