“Me too,” B agreed.
I glared at them both. “So do I, but that’s not the fucking point. She can’t stay.”
“We can’t send her out there; she’ll be dead within twenty-four hours,” B reminded me.
“She. Can’t. Stay. Here.”
“Give it some time with her confined to her room,” Ambush suggested. “Then we’ll re-evaluate.”
“Why did you want me to be president?” I asked, leaning forward and resting my arms on the table. I stared at them both, waiting for an answer.
“We trust you and we respect you.”
“But you won’t fucking listen to me.”
B stood up and walked to my desk. He shuffled around the papers until he found what he was looking for. Then he came over and set it in front of me.
He pointed to the list. “This, right here, is why we don’t listen without a fight. This is why we fucking buck you at every goddamn turn.”
I closed my eyes, blocking out the list of names that betrayed the patch.
“We won’t let this club become what it was again. We love you, brother, and we fucking trust you with our lives, but we can’t let another president rule with his fucking ego.”
“We gave Eagle, Falcon, and Hawk our word that Jenna would be safe here,” Ambush said.
“And they gave us their word she wouldn’t cause problems.”
“I don’t think she did those things to Morgan.”
“She broke into my fucking room!” I shouted, slamming my hand on the table. “And she fucking lied about it. She accused my old lady of trying to get her into trouble. Club whores are nothing but fucking trouble.”
“She’s not a club whore,” Ambush said.
“The fuck she’s not. She sleeps with any brother that shows her the least amount of attention.”
“Look,” B began. “I know you don’t know Eagle, Hawk, and Falcon. But they’re good brothers.”
“This isn’t about them.”
“It isn’t about Jenna either,” Ambush snapped. “This is about you and Morgan. You need to work your shit out.”
I rubbed my hands over my face. I knew Ambush was right. My attitude had been shit since Thanksgiving, and it was only getting worse.
“Someone destroyed Morgan’s shit. If it wasn’t Jenna, then it was someone else.” I looked at both of them. “I want Omen to put cameras throughout the clubhouse. But I want him to do it at night, and no one else but the four of us knows.”
“You think it’s one of the brothers?” B asked, his eyebrows creased in anger—whether that was aimed at me or the possibility we still had someone in the club working against us, I wasn’t sure.
“She didn’t do it herself.”
Ambush nodded. “Chasm’s right. I’ll get Omen on it tonight.”
My phone rang, and I smiled at Morgan’s picture on the screen. That smile dropped the second the call connected.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Morgan
Jude kissed me hard and fast, then closed the door before I could say anything. I sat there frozen until Sully spoke.