Chapter 10

"Yeah," I bark into the phone, not wanting to answer, but ringtone told me who was calling and it wasn't his normal one. I'd set different ones for everyday use and for that of the burners we all carry as well. Those phones were strictly for emergencies or when shit's going down and we're needed for something. Otherwise, the call would have been ignored.

"Got a problem, Lynch, need you at the clubhouse," Chains remarks and hangs up, not explaining further.

Great. Fan-fuckin-tastic. Just what I need, another fucking problem on top of the shitshow I'm already dealing with.

With everything I'm trying to focus on, it's the last thing I need, but my club's my family, and I need to see to that too. Pulling the phone from my ear, I turn toward Camilla. "Fun time's over, baby, we gotta get to the clubhouse."

"Why do I have to go?" she asks, scrunching up her nose.

"You're goin' ‘cause like I told you, I ain't letting you get away from me again. Not when there's a threat looming over us. With the bullshit your aunt's starting, I'm not letting you deal alone. There's also the fact we've got Ezra thrown in the mix, and he's not someone you fuck around with. No matter what you think, Cams, he's dangerous." I don't bother shielding her from my annoyance. She needs to get it in her head this shit's serious, and I'm not going to leave her alone in order for her to get in trouble.

Camilla visibly tenses and narrows her gaze. She lifts on one arm to the bed, the other holding the sheet to her chest to cover her tits from my view. Still, she looks damn fuckable, and my cock is acting like I hadn't already fucked her this morning. Hell, I stayed hard for her even after just coming. If only we had the time this morning, for that matter, if we had the rest of the day where no one fucking bothered us. I'd have taken her on every damn available surface, including the back patio.

"You think I don't know after what Ezra said that he's a threat?"

I get out of the bed and cock a brow. "Cams, just yesterday morning, you were talking about him not being a threat." She might not have said it, but she acted like it wasn't a big deal. She didn't have anything to worry about where he was concerned. What she needs to get, though, is that he's the main one she needs to worry about the most.

The shit with her aunt, it's nothing compared to the asshole who seems to think he's smart enough to take over his father's organization.

"Well, I . . ."

"Camilla, I don't have time to argue with you this morning about this shit," I grunt, and move around the bed to my dresser.

"I'm not arguing with you," she snaps and scrambles out of the bed, dropping the sheet. "I just don't see why I have to go with you to the clubhouse."

"Already told you the answer to that," I tell her, pulling out a pair of jeans. I unfold them and yank the denim up one leg and then the other, not worrying about boxers. I twist to face her while doing up the zipper and buttoning up. "Look in the closet, and you'll see you've got clothes in there. Speed and Lily helped me out by going to your place and getting shit for you."

"You sent them to my apartment?" She gasps, staring at me with wide eyes. "How dare you?"

"Don't worry, baby, they didn't go through your dressers or nightstands." Not like I did while she'd been showering yesterday morning. I didn't want them to see all the damn panties that I look forward to seeing her in. Some of them no more than strands of lace. Then there was the nightstand drawer where she kept her toys. "Now, get dressed, Camilla, we've got to go."

"We're not done. You allowed someone else to invade my privacy," she snaps, planting her hands on her hips, standing there in all her naked glory. "In fact, you've allowed other people to know things about me that they shouldn't. It's not their business what is in my parents' will. Just as it's not up to you to discuss things with my aunt before telling me. And coming to work with me, following me around. I haven't been your business for years, and now, all of a sudden, someone pisses in your corner, and it's a huge issue. I refuse to let this continue if you can't respect me in any way. I don't need you to protect me. Not if you can't respect my privacy."

Now, that pisses me right the fuck off. Moving to her, I grip both sides of her waist, yank her to me, and tilt my head down to get in her face.

"I didn't send anyone to invade your privacy," I snarl, not letting her have her way. "Stop acting like a spoiled brat and think rather than fuckin' react, Camilla. Everything I've done is to get to the bottom of what was between us for fuckin' years. I had my brother and his woman go and get you clothes so you had something to wear. We didn't have time to do that shit yesterday. Just like I ain't got the time for this now. You need to get off your high horse, and fuckin' think about the shit you just spewed."

Letting her go, I turn away and finish getting dressed. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see her move. There's also no way to miss it when she stomps into the closet. Her muttering to herself also can't go unmissed.

If there's one thing about Camilla that hasn't changed in the years, it's that she talks to herself, grumbling and muttering when she doesn't get her way or mumbling to herself when she finds herself confused. Both are cute as fuck. Pissed as I am with her for the shit she just said, I still wanna fuck her as I always want to.

I swear if we had the time, I would. Too bad we have to get to the clubhouse for me to see what the fuck has Chains calling me first thing in the morning.

"What's the problem?" I ask, finding Chains and Tyres in Chains's office.

Once I got Camilla out of the house, it didn't take long for us to get to the clubhouse. Upon our arrival at the clubhouse, I left Camilla with Nora, Rissa, Tiny, and Lily in the main room. Tiny handed Camilla a coffee and told her to join them.

I also heard Lily apologizing to Camilla before I got too far about invading her space. I'm willing to bet Camilla's feeling like a bitch for what she said and probably worse about what she thought but didn't speak. Camilla needs to know these women, just as she needs to understand they wouldn't invade her privacy unless it were absolutely necessary. In my opinion, it had been. I want my woman's shit in our house. One she doesn't even know I bought for her. Maybe after we get our shit in order, I might be willing to give her the truth about it.

Chains and Tyres both look at me, brows knitted together.

"What's got you pissed off this morning?" Tyres asks, eyes on me, coffee mug in hand.

"It's nothing that won't resolve itself," I mutter and jerk my chin at him. "Any more of that?"

"Tiny just brought it in for us a few minutes ago," Chains answers, nodding to the extra mug filled to the brim with the heavenly dark brew. "Sit down, brother, and we'll tell you what the problem is."

I take a seat in the chair next to Tyres, grab my mug, and take a hefty swallow, holding back the moan at how good it tastes. "All right now, what is it?"

"Fuse has been looking deep into Ezra Pennington, and with him showing up at Félix's office the way he did, Félix has also been looking. That being said, they've found the reason for his interest in Camilla to be more than just her connection to you."

"I already figured it has something to do with the vast holdings in the tech company. Let me guess, her aunt is in on it all with Ezra." I wouldn't put it past the other woman.

"That we don't know, but it's a possibility," Chains states. "But he does seem to want those holdings as well as the woman because of her talent to win in the courtroom. Didn't realize she was as good of an attorney as she is until I got the information from Dan."

"Yeah, she's damn good, always ready to argue, and even when she's not right, she'll make you think she is until she finds a way to make her point be the right one, if that makes sense."

"Right, anyway, the problem we have, though, is if Ezra comes after her, he's not going to stop. He already said as much. But we don't know exactly how he'll come at the club to get what he wants."

"You want me to take her away?" It's not something I'd want to do, but this is my problem, and I wouldn't want my brothers to put their families in harm's way.

"That's not what we're saying, Lynch. You've been there for all of us in the past, and we're gonna be there for you. What we have to do is plan this shit out so none of it bites us in the ass," Tyres remarks.

"Also, gotta figure out what we're gonna do about the shit with Risk and his club. He needs numbers to deal with the situations he's got going on down there," Chains states.

"We've got a few members that wouldn't mind transferring. Throttle's got a sister in Florida, and you know Shock and Steel, they're up for anything, but I think they're looking at making an official move to the Montana charter. Same with Crash and Frame. Pedal mentioned something about thinking of going nomad for a while. Shit's been rough for him lately, with the woman he was dating killing herself. Spark and Bender, they're all about doing whatever's needed."

Bender finally got his cut during Speed's thing and deserves to wear it alongside the rest of us.

"Yeah, that's what we figured." Chains grunts and leans back in his chair. "I'm leaving the choice up to them. Our club's growing and not just in family."

"Ain't that the truth." Tyres nods, rolling his shoulders.

"Bring it up in church, see what they want to do," I suggest, shrugging.

"That's the plan, but here's the thing, Risk is wantin' you to make the move. Said he wouldn't mind you taking on the position as his enforcer."

I blink and blink again, totally shocked by Chains's bomb. I didn't expect that.

"I don't know if I could do that." My family is here. Sure, Harlow's up in Virginia, but the rest, they're here. I need to be with my family.

"That's what I figured as well," Chains agrees. "It's why I suggested Throttle to Risk, and he's considering it."

"Right," I remark, nodding. "Besides the shit with the member transfers, what else is there?"

"Well, the transfers will leave us down in numbers, but it's nothing we can't handle. However, with the shit that's potentially to happen with Ezra, we all need to watch our backs. You especially. He knows she's your wife. Knows what we now know and that you technically are the one who's in charge of those holdings for your wife. He wants them. He also wants you dead for killing his dad," Chains states, tapping his thumb on the desk in front of him.

"We need a plan to take him out before he can get the chance to come at me," I utter, grinding my teeth. "To protect everyone, it's exactly what we're gonna have to do. Take him out before he can hurt anyone else."

"Yeah, that's what it looks like," Tyres agrees.

"If we do that, then we also eliminate the other threat that comes with him. It's the other news that Fuse was able to find out," Chains grumbles, the tone in his voice hardening. "Word is he's looking for someone to do an auction for him where he will supply the items. Those items being women he can sell that were contracted to Perrin. He's already got these said women in his possession and is looking to get his hands on a few more that will make him a mint."

And that right there is what we can't allow to happen.

"Meaning we need a plan to not only take him out but to get these women safely away from him before this auction is to take place."

"Exactly," Chains confirms.

"In order to do this, we're gonna need reinforcements," I tell them.

"What are you suggesting?" Tyres asks.

"Ezra's going to have more men surrounding him than even his father had. He's smart. Stayed under the radar while using his father's name as his presence in the underbelly. Now, he's going to make it known he's in charge. To do that, he also is looking at claiming what's mine, taking us out of the equation, and showing he's got the force he needs to show he can handle his position," I explain, finish my coffee, and set it back on the tray before looking at my Prez and VP. "We're going to have to prove we're our own force to be reckoned with."

"You wanna bring in the other charters?"

"We do that, and it proves we're everywhere, connected as one, and they won't be able to hide."

To hide, they'd have to go deep underground where no one can find them. Knowing the men I do in each of the charters connected to us, I'm positive there wouldn't be a chance in hell for them to do this. Especially Ezra.

I have a special bullet with his name on it, and I'll be the one to put it in his head. That is unless I don't slit his throat like his daddy's. I refuse to allow this fuckwad to come after me or my club. I'm not about to let him get my woman or what belongs to her by right.

She's had enough taken away from her, she doesn't need more.