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The choice was his.

“It’s about Bane.”

I disconnected the call.

Sighing, I looked out into the darkness and wondered if this was what my life was going to be like until I died. Not that I was complaining. I guess I had it better than most people.

At least I survived to live another day.

I wasn’t so sure he would when the dust settled.

Dialing his number, I sat there in silence, waiting for him to pick up. I really didn’t care what Popeye had on him. All I cared about was how it would affect the club and what kind of damage it would cause. Yet, Bane was always decent to me. So, giving him a heads-up was the least I could do.

“What?”

“Popeye is getting ready to nark. Whatever you’re hiding. Time’s up.”

Chapter Eleven

Silver

“Silver, where is Montana?” Bane asked, walking into the clubhouse. It was odd seeing the good doctor here so early in the morning.

In fact, it was odd seeing him here at all.

Generally, Bane only showed when it was time to fulfill his doctorly duties or when Montana had a bone to pick with him. Honestly, the good doctor hated the club.

Okay, maybe not the club itself, but he sure as hell hated Montana.

There was a long-standing animosity between Montana Stone and August Lansing. From what we all knew, it stemmed from their childhood, starting off when Bane’s sister damn near drowned in a car accident. To make matters worse, Montana was driving the car. However, when Montana left Bane’s sister to drown, saving his brother Kansas instead, well, things were never the same with Montana and Bane again. Yet, when Bane’s sister finally passed last year after being in a coma for years, things thawed between the two men.

Oh, they still butted heads, but at least they could be in the same room again without trying to kill one another.

“Good morning to you, too. He’s not awake yet,” I said, flipping a page in the book I was reading while drinking a hotcup of coffee. It was too damn early in the morning to deal with either man.

Sighing, the good doctor looked around for a bit, then pulled out a chair and sat across from me.

Looking up from my book, I frowned.

“Don’t you have patients or something?”

“Cleared my schedule.”

“Seems ominous,” I commented and reached for my coffee cup. “Should I vacate to my room for the rest of the day? Because I’m not in the mood to listen to you and Montana go at it all day.”

“We’re not that bad.”

“No.” I quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re worse. Do you realize that when the two of you argue, the both of you look and sound like toddlers fighting on the playground over who gets to ride the rocking dinosaur first, right?”

Bane looked at his watch and mumbled, “He started it.”

I stared at him in shock. I know he just didn’t say that. He was a grown ass man. A well-regarded and highly respected doctor. The top in his field, but to look at him, all I saw was a petulant man-child not getting his way.

I couldn’t with him.

It was too damn early in the morning.

“Go away, Bane.”