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“Your VP up?” I asked one of them.

He gave a nod, his face expressionless. “Ready for church.”

That was good. Straight to business.

I felt antsy. I wanted to get on the move, do some battle, wrangle Kali so she accepted that she was mine, but all in due time. I needed to be smart, on all fronts. I was about to step up when my phone rang. Seeing it was Heckler, I showed Boise the screen. He gave a nod. He’d handle things for me until I was done with the call.

I answered, stepping right back off and going around for some privacy. “How’s he doing?” That was my greeting.

“They’re going to wake him up tomorrow. Doc said the swelling is going down, so he’s stable. That’s the good news.”

“And the dad?”

“We got him, but…” Heckler hesitated.

Heckler wasn’t one to hesitate. I frowned. “What happened?”

“My niece knows the girl.” The girl Max had been fucking. “She found out your orders and went apeshit.”

Women weren’t supposed to know club business, but it happened. Some always had an opinion and inserted it. We listened to the good ones. Kess was a good one.

I waited for him to continue. He didn’t. “And?”

“She’s of the opinion that Max might love this girl, and therefore would object if we killed the dad.”

“He shot our national president.”

“I know.”

No one could shoot a Red Demon and walk from it. He shot the national president and Heckler’s niece was arguing for just that?

“Wraith is wondering if we want to wait, see what Max says, or at the very least do a church call. Just to cover our bases.”

“You have the dad?”

“We got him.”

“No way he can get free?”

“None. We got Tango on him.”

Tango was a sadistic fuck. My orders might’ve showed more mercy.

“Okay. Let’s wait. See what Prez says, if he’s able to think right.”

Heckler got quiet, because this was an issue. I hadn’t let myself ponder what it might mean that Max had been down, and in a coma for so long. But it was in the realm of possibilities that we still might’ve lost our president.

“Will do,” he finally said.

“Heckler.”

“Yeah?”

“If anything looks like it’s going south before Prez wakes up, the dad has to be put down.”

“I know,” he grunted.

“I’m told you want the guys back with you?”