Chapter Thirty Five
**Earlier**
Alexander's Point of View:
Harry came back inside and I asked what was up. He just said that he was giving Harley Sarah’s number and that was it really.
‘Any day now would be great, ladies’. Ron announced, clearly pissed off in the other room. Oh great, today was going to be fun if he was already in a mood. We all shared a ‘Here we go’ look and made our way to the room.
Taking our seats (mine was next to Ron's—always has been), the atmosphere was clearly thick with awkwardness. He angled his chair in the opposite direction so he didn’t have to look at me, which was fine by me.
‘Right, so, Lojack wasn’t best pleased about our meeting with Portland over our rat issues, Nevada contacted me this morning to tell me he is on his way down with a few of his boys to talk it out’.
‘Talk it out?’ It was Pulp who asked first.
'Yeah, you know, with guns.' We nodded, understanding. 'So, I need a few of you guys with me just in case it gets heated. I want to avoid shots if we can, so I’ll take Jackson, Tommy and Harry.' As soon as my name was missed off his list everyone looked at me. I was always his right-hand man, for EVERYTHING, this was just him clearly having a tantrum and doing whatever he can to be a dick about it.
‘What about Alex, we will need—’
‘No, Alexander can sit this one out’. Ron cut Harry off before he was able to finish his sentence. I physically rolled my eyes and shook my head, but as soon as I did, Ron turned around to look at me.
‘Is there a problem?’ Out of respect, I’d normally say no... but not this time.
‘Yeah, if you have a problem with me, don’t let it impact this club or how we do things.’
‘You think I’m putting our beef ahead of MY MC?!' I nodded but didn’t verbally respond. ‘Ok Princess Alex, if it means so much to you to come with us, by all means, come, but you handle your own shit’. I always go. I handle my own and his, but again, I didn’t respond, he was trying to bate me. When he realized I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, he turned away again and carried on the meeting.
What a fucking asshole.
***
Ron got a phone call, I guessed it was Lojack or one of his crew because soon after, it was time to head out. A few of the guys stayed behind, but the rest of us left, following Ron on our bikes to wherever he had arranged to meet Lojack.
***
Pulling up outside an old building that looked pretty abandoned, Ron got off his bike and told Jackson he wanted him as back up. He didn’t even look at me, and when the two headed inside, Tommy and Harry turned to me.
‘How are you doing?’ I shrugged.
‘I’m fine, He’s the one being childish.’
‘I don’t agree with how he’s acting brother, but he’s reacting the way a father would, you know?’ I looked at Tommy, yeah, I knew that, but still. It's one thing to punish me, it's another to publicly humiliate Harley.
‘She’s old enough to make her own choices’. I nodded, agreeing with Harry’s comment. ‘Speaking of which, Alex?’ I looked over.
‘Yeah?’
‘Sarah and Harley want to double date tonight. Drinks at the bar’. I heard Tommy laugh and knew instantly that we would both be getting a ripping for that one later. I just give him a silent nod and looked away again.
‘Big, bad bikers, but pussy-whipped, ey?’ I just rolled my eyes hearing Tommy laugh again and let his comment roll off my back.
‘Yeah well, you’re just jealous I got a hot piece of ass wife and he can bag himself a girl half his age’.
‘Oh yeah, super jealous of the hooker and the girl with the old man fetish’.
‘Oh, say that again you Scottish dick’. I just kept out of the banter between the two guys either side of me. I didn’t take offence and I know Harry didn’t either, This is what we were like, constantly ripping into each other about absolutely anything and everything.
They carried on their back and forth for a little while longer until we could hear shouting inside. All three of us froze, waiting, listening, but then all of a sudden, shots started getting fired.
‘Fuck, come on!' Grabbing our guns, we climbed off the bikes and headed inside...