Home > Cannon (Savage Kings MC : South Carolina Book Series 5)(9)

Cannon (Savage Kings MC : South Carolina Book Series 5)(9)
Author: Lane Hart

“Roman got y’all working on anything?” I ask them after the cards are dealt and I take a peek at mine. A ten and an ace, not bad.

“Nah, we’re just hanging around in case he needs anything, but it’s been slow,” Lucas answers.

“Hit me,” Jake tells him, and Lucas lays a queen down on top of his cards. “Shit. I’m over.”

Lucas laughs. “What about you?”

“I’ll stay,” I tell him.

He flips his cards over, a Jack and an ace. “Blackjack again.”

“He’s cheating,” Jake declares, leaning back in his chair so it’s balanced on just two legs and crossing his arms angrily over his chest. “No one gets that lucky that often.”

“What are y’all playing for?”

“Free hits,” they both answer.

“Free what?” I ask.

“Every time I win, I get a free hit on Jake,” Lucas explains. “Anytime, anywhere on his body, it’s my decision.”

“Which is bullshit since you’ve won all five rounds,” Jake huffs indignantly.

“Jesus. You two have nothing better to do?” I ask.

“Nope.”

“Not since everything was fucking shut down,” Jake grumbles and then looks up at me, eyes wide. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bitch. I’m sure Conrad had a good reason for getting everything shut down…”

“Damn right he did,” I tell him as the anger swells up inside of me, the same old protective instinct for my brother that I’ve had since we could barely walk. Turning to Lucas, I ask, “I’ll owe you a favor if you collect on one of your hits in the next thirty seconds.”

Like a flash of lightning, Lucas reaches across the table and slams his fist in the other dude’s throat. I half expect Jake to throw up based on the way he’s gagging before he loses his balance and the chair falls backward, hitting the floor so hard Leo comes out from the back to make sure everything is okay.

“You all right?” I look down and ask him. He gives a nod. “Nicely done,” I say to Lucas, who is smiling like the cat who ate the canary. Whether or not he’s cheating at cards I don’t really care. Unless Jake can prove it, he should stop playing. Otherwise, he’s shit out of luck.

Jake is trying to pull himself back up when the chapel door swings open. Roman and Charlotte fill it, his arms wound tightly around her, kissing her goodbye before she walks to the door, barely giving us a wave.

“And you owe me ten bucks,” Lucas says before he gets to his feet, standing at attention like a good little soldier while Jake is still on his knees. “Cannon’s here to see you, sir,” he tells Roman.

“Thanks, Lucas,” Roman replies as he takes a few steps toward us. “What the fuck happened to Jake?”

“I’m fine,” he hoarsely answers as he finally stands up and rights his chair, holding his throat with one hand and the back of the chair with the other. “Did you need anything, sir?”

“I’m good,” Roman replies with one of his reddish-brown eyebrows raised in concern. “Cannon?”

“Sorry to bother you,” I say as I get up and stroll over to him.

“Sorry you had to wait,” he responds quietly. Once I’m in the chapel, he shuts the door behind me, and I swear our president’s cheeks turn red when my nostrils flare thanks to the heavy smell of sex in the air. “Sorry,” he says again. It’s unlike Roman to apologize for anything. “Charlotte’s ovulating, so it couldn’t wait; and if she comes, there’s a better chance…”

“Ahh,” I tell him as I slap my palms over my ears. “I get it. You’re trying to put a kid in her. Everyone’s having babies. I don’t want or need to know about the details on how it happens!”

Roman laughs, losing some of his embarrassment when he takes his seat at the head of the table, lounging like a content lion who has just feasted on a herd of antelope. Since reproductive story time is apparently over, I lower my hands and take my own seat.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“You need the prospects for anything important?”

“Nah. It would be nice to get them out from under my goddamn feet for a little while. If you want them, you can have them.”

“Do you want to know what I need them for?” I ask.

“Sure,” he says with a shrug as if it doesn’t really matter. The prospects are basically little bitches to the Kings as needed until they patch in.

I give him all the current information about Bailey, his attempt at blackmailing me, and wanting me to go after his opponent for mayor. Roman, of course, is quick to declare that none of the Kings are to touch Madison Monroe or do anything else to help the fat fuck.

“I’m sorry if that means Conrad gets arrested, but we have to draw the line somewhere,” Roman explains.

“No, I get it. And Conrad said the same thing. He just wants me to help take care of Hannah if he goes away.”

“We’ll all help her with anything, I’m sure your brother knows that,” he says.

“He does, and we appreciate it,” I tell him. “For now, I’ll take the prospects so they can help me keep an eye on her. Conrad didn’t think we should leave them alone, though. He thinks Bailey could come at her with more than the two of them could handle.”

“I’m not gonna lie, the prospects need to be tested. Shit has been quiet around here, for which I’m grateful, but I’m not convinced either of them have what it takes to be a King, and I’m not confident that they’ll put aside whatever their beef is if one of them is in trouble.”

“I agree. I’ll keep an eye on them and would prefer that they see some action and not Madison.”

Roman squints at me. “You on a first name basis with her already?”

“Ah, not really. She isn’t very fond of me.”

“Wow. Good for her,” he says with a grin. “Someone is finally immune to your charms.”

“Guess so. She’s uptight and…unapproachable. Neither of which bode well for her campaign.”

“You don’t think she can win?” Roman asks.

“Not unless she comes down off her high horse long enough to kiss the feet of us commoners.”

“She really that bad?”

“She is. Wait until you meet her.”

“I would like to,” Roman says, leaning forward with his hands clasped on the table. I tell him about my idea for a campaign fundraiser, and he’s on board with the program immediately. “We’ll toss out some ideas at our next Kings’ meeting. Until then, I really need to get back to work.” He pulls the closed laptop that was pushed away towards him and opens it. “I’ve been talking to some lawyers about a civil suit against the city, going after them for damages caused by shutting us down for no reason. They’ve sent me a long list of questions they need answered before we go any further.”

“The lawyers think we could win?”

“Possibly. Depends on who the judges are, and if they’re buddies with Bailey or not. If we can find one who hates him as much as we do, then we could make it work.”

“Okay, I’ll let you get back to it,” I tell him, pushing my chair back and getting to my feet.

Hot Books
» House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City #1)
» A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
» From Blood and Ash (Blood And Ash #1)
» A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime
» Deviant King (Royal Elite #1)
» Den of Vipers
» House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City #2)
» The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #
» Sweet Temptation
» The Sweetest Oblivion (Made #1)
» Chasing Cassandra (The Ravenels #6)
» Wreck & Ruin
» Steel Princess (Royal Elite #2)
» Twisted Hate (Twisted #3)
» The Play (Briar U Book 3)