He scoffs, “Well, since when do partners double-cross the other to get more information?”
Whoa. Hold up a second. “Who in the world said we were ever partners? We’re allies, Stoney. We’re working together to achieve a common goal. I’m not your fuckin’ ol’ woman. I’m your friend, who you happened to have fucked. Don’t get shit twisted. I can barely stand you as it is.”
“Damn, Sugar. Didn’t realize we’re friends.” His stern expression grows into a devilish smirk.
Fuck, that’s not the way I wanted this conversation to be going. Now he’s just gonna try to keep fucking with me to get a reaction. “Let me rephrase so your ego doesn’t twist shit. I can’t stand you, Stoney. The only reason I’m sitting right here in your club is because you’ve had experience with cults too. I’m not sitting here because I like you, because I don’t. I can’t fucking stand you most of the time because you’re a misogynistic asshole who’s stuck back in the nineteen-eighties or something. I bet you don’t even believe in equal pay, or women voting too!”
Stoney shoots up from his chair and flips over the table we’re sitting at, almost crushing me underneath it. I barely get out of the way, but I notice the way the vein on his forehead pulses with his obvious anger.
“You are the very reason I will never lock down my dick for any woman. You always seem to think everything is about your kind when it’s not.”
I chuckle in a scoffing manner. “You’ve just proven my point.”
“You know what, Boss. I think you and your club should get the fuck out of Stonewall Mills. We’ll work together to take down this club, but don’t you ever think for a second we’re friends. ‘Cause we’re not. I can’t fuckin’ stand you either.”
I blink a couple times, processing what he’s just said, and take my leave, heading out to my bike parked in front of the club. It’s about time we get the hell out of here, especially before shit gets even more heated.
Chapter Nine
Stoney
“Are you still in a foul mood?” Kenny asks cheerfully the moment I answer my phone. It’s been about two weeks since Boss and I had our blow-up, but damn, it rubbed me the wrong way. As much as I don’t like to admit it, Tala somehow managed to get under my skin like some infectious parasite.
How? Who the hell knows. The woman screws with my head. We constantly fought over every little thing. I knew she didn’t trust me. She made that clear, and to be honest, I didn’t trust her either. It’s the way it was and will always be between us. Neither of us trusting the other.
“Who says I’m in a bad mood?” I grumble.
“No one said you were. I can hear it in your voice,” Kenny says, her tone changing from her cheerful self to being serious. That’s my daughter-in-law for you. She always knows when something is wrong with her family. She’s a miniature Momma B in the making, that’s for sure.
“Well, I’m good, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” I ask. I know she didn’t call me for no reason. It’s not her style. Kenny prefers to show up randomly rather than calling.
“I just wanted to call and tell you that if you don’t get your son to stop knocking me up, I’m going to castrate him,” she says nonchalantly.
“You tellin’ me I’m about to have another kid to be a grandpop too?” I ask while chuckling. I can’t help but shake my head at the fact she’s pregnant again.
“Yes, and it’s not funny. For once, I’d like to be able to have a drink. Do you know when the last time I drank tequila with Izzy was? Three years. Three fuckin’ years, because your son can’t seem to wrap his dick up. He’s always gotta rile me up and then fuck with my head.” Kenny’s ramblings continue for another full minute about not taking the chance of drinking while breast feeding the kids. Doesn’t help that both JC and Kayla are so close in age. Now there will be a third kid.
“Well, I did teach my son to wrap his shit,” I say doing my best not to laugh.
“Seems that conversation didn’t sink in. You Dane men and your super sperm. I swear.”
Throwing my head back, I burst out laughing. This is exactly what I needed. Kenny always seems to have a way of making me laugh.
“Glad to see my dilemma amuses you,” she grumbles.
“Sweetheart, I needed that laugh. Now stop being dramatic about being knocked up again and go tell your ol’ man,” I tell her.
“Then my job is done. Love you, Stoney,” she says before hanging up.
Shaking my head, I put my phone back in my pocket and tap the bar top, signaling for another beer. Tiny immediately hands me one. Since she’d come to me about her situation, I’ve had her working behind the bar slinging drinks rather than being a clubwhore. The girl’s life has been nothing if not rough and admitting the truth couldn’t have been easy for her.
As I lift my beer to my lips, my thoughts drift back to the shit that went down with Boss. I haven’t spoken to her and probably won’t ever speak to her again. Not unless it’s strictly business. We do have a cult to bring down, after all. The chance of us ever being friends went out the window with her hiding shit along with any resemblance of respect I might have had for her.
Fuck, the bitterness that courses through me as I think about that night has nothing on the acidity of my beer.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand her reasoning for not talking to me, considering she’d come to me for the alliance to begin with. Why would she try to jeopardize that?
Finishing my beer, I turn to face the room, blocking out all thoughts of the woman from my head. From now on, I won’t be dealing with her. I’ll let Tracker handle all communications between the Iron Vex MC and the Devil’s Riot MC. Hell, he even said some guy named Omen was the one who’d be talking to him. I’m pretty sure that’s Boss’ right-hand man up in Queens.
Glancing around the room, I find all my brothers having a good time. I can’t help but wonder why I’m sitting here sulking over something that meant nothing to begin with.
Pushing myself from the bar, I begin to head to my office. The job of being Prez is never done. We still have our own shit to deal with. One being Cougar. He’d slipped through my fingers when I’d realized he’d been the one leaking information to the Dragon’s Fire MC. He’s still out there and I intend to find the fucker and make him bleed for everything he’s done. He’d been the reason Flame found Kenny when he did, all because he was supposed to be a trusted brother.
I groan as I feel my phone going off again. Without looking at the screen, I answer it. “What?”
“Is that how you answer the phone for everyone, or am I the only one you speak this way to?” Mary snaps. Fuckin’ hell, she’s the last person I need to deal with right now.
“Guess I save it for treacherous bitches like yourself,” I growl.
“Don’t I feel special then,” she giggles.
Clenching my phone in my hand, I grind my teeth together. “What the fuck do you want now?”
“Same thing I always want.” Of course, she does. It’s all the bitch has ever been good at, trying to get money from me. But not anymore. I’m sick of fuckin’ giving her what she wants, even if it kept her away from Horse.