can come and stay with me.”
“Thank you, but I’m staying with Shane.”
His jaw tightens at the mention of his name. I roll my eyes. “You’re going to have to learn to love him. He’s not going anywhere.”
He opens his mouth to argue and I place a finger over his lips. “I love him, Chase.”
This information doesn’t please him, I can tell.
“Amy—”
“No. I’m done talking about it. Shane’s mine and he’s not going anywhere, so you’re going to have to get on board with that.”
I glare at him, anger pulsing in my veins. I don’t need my brother’s blessing to date, and I’m not giving up Shane. I love him. I meant it when I said that. He’s everything to me and that’s not going to change because my family don’t approve.
Chase grits his teeth, but before he can say anything else, I walk back over to Natalie. I don’t want to be arguing about Shane in front of her.
32
Whizz
Amy doesn’t want to leave Natalie, I can tell, but she can’t be discharged yet, so we head back to the clubhouse when it starts getting late. There’s nothing we can really do there and Cobi has an officer stationed outside the room, so we are just in the way.
I can tell she’s stressed as hell, though, and I don’t know how to help her. She’s still blaming herself for what happened, which is ridiculous. Amy couldn’t have known Natalie would get attacked. No one could have predicted any of this. You never know inside a person’s mind. I’m just worried about protecting Amy. Will this fucker see Amy as a target now?
I put Amy to bed in my room and head downstairs to speak to Omen.
I find him sitting at the bar in the common room, smoking a cigarette and making his way through a glass of whiskey—his usual. He glances up when I sit down.
“Our rat problem has been dealt with.”
I don’t even want to think about how that was handled. I know Mac’s end won’t have been pretty, though. Rats aren’t tolerated in our world.
“He say why he did it?”
“Same reason most fuckers lose loyalty. Money.”
It is a tale as old as time. Really, it didn’t matter why Mac betrayed us. The fact he had was enough for the sentence to be passed. No mitigating circumstances.
“I have a new problem,” I tell him. He gestures to the stool next to him and I slip onto it.
“What’s going on?”
I quickly run down about Rick and what happened to Natalie. I tell him I think he’s a threat to Amy.
“Club can’t do much unless she’s yours, Whizz. You claim her that’s a different matter. Old ladies are under the protection of the club.”
“So, I’ll claim her.”
He stares at me a beat before he takes a drag of his cigarette. “You understand what claiming her means? Anything she does is your responsibility. If it negatively affects the club it’s your ass on the line, not hers.”
I nod. “Know that, Prez.”
“You’ll need to make your transfer official, too.”
“I want that too. Love London, but there’s nothing for me there anymore.”
He eyes me critically for a moment.
“Be glad to have you, brother. We could use a man of your skills. You saved Havoc’s life.”
“Amy helped with that,” I remind him.
In truth, we were lucky the wound wasn’t more serious. I’m glad for that. I can do field medicine, but I’m not a fucking surgeon. There’s only so much I can do. He’s going to need a shit ton of physical therapy, though, to get his shoulder working the same as it did before he was shot.
“She’s a good girl. I like her. That isn’t the issue.”
“I want to get her protected as soon as possible,” I say.
He nods and pulls out his phone. “I’ll call church. We can vote on you patching over and on Amy at the same time.”
“Thanks, Omen.”
“You’ve been good for the club and loyal. I won’t forget how you helped us root out Mac. Be fucking honored to have you at my back, and I know a lot of other brothers will feel like that too.”
“I did what I had to for my club. I’m loyal to the patch.”
He nods as he finishes typing the message.
I wish I knew the fucker’s name. It’s probably just as well I don’t. I’d have killed him. Maybe that’s why Amy won’t give it to me. She knows I’ll lose my shit.
I head back upstairs and find Amy curled on her side in the