Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,206

my father putting me down that well and it hadn't gone unnoticed. For some reason, Nash Monroe had a vested interest in my father. I just couldn't figure out what exactly that meant. Maybe it was time I set aside a few hours to get to the bottom of it though.

"His Spidey senses are tingling," Kyan supplied for me and though I loathed him referencing me as a character from a comic book, I nodded once to show my agreement.

"I have an inkling that there's more of a link there," I admitted. "And I’m not often wrong once I get those kinds of feelings. But I'll look into it more before I make any full assessments."

"So you're saying you think your father is a member of this club for rich psychos?" Monroe pushed. "Why am I not surprised?"

"I am assuming no such thing. Neither am I implying it. I'm just laying out the facts as I find them. The rest will fall into line with further investigation and we will deal with it from there. I'll keep you all updated."

Monroe shot a loaded look Tatum's way and I didn't bother to hide the fact that I'd seen it. If I were inclined to entertain Kyan's suggestions of Spidey senses then I'd have to admit they were tingling again. But I wasn't, because that was bullshit. Still, our girl and our coach had a secret. And I was going to get to the bottom of it.

I looked back down to my list which left me with one more issue to deal with.

"Did you make an itinerary for two topics?" Blake asked me with a snigger as he looked over at my notepad and I resisted the urge to bristle at him as I just shrugged.

"You can never be too organised. Not that that's a concept you seem to have ever gotten familiar with. But I can only hope that if I lead by example for long enough the message may sink in."

He scoffed and I ignored him as I moved the subject on.

"We need to discuss the issues among our unit. Kyan has fucked up the balance of power by marrying our girl. The rules are being flouted on an almost daily basis by certain members of the group and the punishments for such infringements are half assed jokes at best and in no way a deterrent for repeat offences,” I said.

"Well she's my wife and she's staying that way," Kyan supplied. "And just so you all know, I took into your considerations the suggestion that her name go back to Tatum Rivers on the school register and decided against it. Tatum Roscoe just has too good of a ring to it to change it back.”

My fist hit the table just as Blake launched an empty beer bottle at his head and Monroe cursed him. Tatum seemed annoyed over it too, but she wasn't making enough protests for my liking.

"This is unacceptable," I snarled.

"Well it's the only way to keep her safe from my family," Kyan said cockily like having a bloodthirsty son of a bitch threaten the life of the only girl he had ever given a shit about was some kind of win in his books. "Besides, I fucking love having a wife. Never really thought I'd be the type, but it turns out it suits the shit out of me. You can't ask me to give her up. I won't. I can't."

Silence fell and I growled beneath my breath but as infuriating as it was, I had already come to the conclusion that he was right about one thing at least. It was the only way to keep her safe from Liam O'Brien for now and so I wouldn't be forcing a divorce while he was still a problem.

"I think we can all agree, however begrudgingly, that Tatum's safety is our priority, and as such, we will allow her to remain married to you,” I said, gritting my teeth throughout.

"You know I'm getting pretty sick of you guys presuming you get to allow me to do shit all the damn time," Tatum grumbled.

"Then you shouldn't have sworn yourself to be ours for all of time," I said dismissively. "That is not up for negotiation anyway. The point is that we need to all agree what this marriage means."

"You're such an asshole," she muttered and I ignored her as I went on.

"As far as I am concerned, the marriage contract is a contract which secures Tatum's safety from the