Beard Up (The Dixie Warden Rejects MC #6)

by Lani Lynn Vale

I looked at him, and his eyes were still on me. His narrowed, and I steeled myself, letting him study me straight on. He took his time, and it was a few long, uneasy moments for me. “Son of a fucking bitch!” Cleo exclaimed. Lynn walked in with Silas behind him. The minute that Lynn sat down, the entire room quieted. Conversations that the others were having quieted, and I tensed. But not because this was about to go down, but because Cleo was now standing. He leaned over the table, his hands steepled on top of it, only a few feet separating us. “I can see you’ve figured it out,” Silas drawled. The tension didn’t break. “What out?” Kettle asked, looking at Silas. “Tunnel, you mother. Fucker.” Every head in the room swiveled around at that, and I scooted my seat away from the table and stood up. “Everybody, sit the fuck down.” Nobody listened. “I said sit down!” Silas bellowed. Cleo was halfway around the table now. I was turned to face him, waiting. And the others in the room from the Benton Dixie Wardens were now standing as well. “Fuck me.” That came from Torren. Cleo didn’t stop until a clearly just-puked-his-guts-out Sebastian came back in. The moment he realized what was going on, he stepped in the middle of Cleo and me, all the while hugging a trashcan. Cleo’s hands were fisted tightly at his sides, and he was staring at me with such betrayal on his face that it was hard to watch. I held his glare, though. I deserved the hate. A gunshot rang out, and I looked over at ...