Chapter Thirty-Five
Eagle
As soon as the meeting ends, we all watch as Wreck storms out of Wrath’s office, clearly pissed off about what we just learned about Shadow. I don’t blame him. It’s a known fact how close they both are, and they don’t keep anything from each other. Shadow has broken Wreck’s trust and has most definitely got some fucking groveling to do where his best friend is concerned.
We all watch as, moments after Wrecks exits, Shadow follows on his heels. Not saying a word to any of us. As soon as he’s out of the door, Piston moves and closes the door once more. Shadow and Wreck might have left, but after what’s just been relieved, the rest of us certainly need to talk.
“So that little revelation explains Megan’s sudden change in attitude.” Blade says, breaking the silence.
I can’t help but let out a humorless laugh. Out of everyone in this room, I’m pretty sure it’s myself and Blade who have had the pleasure of dealing with her the most. He’s not wrong when he says she’s had a change of attitude.
“What do you mean?” Piston asks, and it doesn’t surprise me. He spends most of his time working at Devil’s Garage, so I’m pretty sure he hasn’t experienced what we have as far as she’s concerned.
“After the incident where Craig tried to attack her, Megan suddenly changed. She went from quiet and hardworking, to overly bitchy and nasty, no matter who she was talking to. It didn’t matter if it was a member of management or a normal staff member. She also started to become lazy, allowing all the other staff to pick up her slack.” I start to explain.
“You’re saying that he’s been hiding this relationship that long?” Wrath asks, and he doesn’t look happy at all.
“It makes sense. Why else would she suddenly become too big for her boots at work?” Blade chimes into the conversation.
“This is fucking messed up.” Ink mutters. “Did you see Wreck’s face? He looked utterly betrayed.”
We all just hum in agreement. I don’t think any of us missed that. Shadow certainly has his work cut out in mending this relationship with Wreck.
“So what are we going to do about Megan? With everything else that we’ve been dealing with recently, we’ve let her behavior slide.” Blade asks.
“I could always deal with her.” Sera pipes up, making us all laugh. She really is Blade’s perfect match. I’ve never met a woman like her; he’s one lucky fucker to have someone as amazing as she is as his Ol’ Lady.
“As much fun as that would be, we can’t really have you beating the shit out of our employees, Angel.” Blade says even with an evil glint in his eye.
“I think we should see what happens tomorrow after the meeting. I arranged it so we should finish just as the staff start to arrive. Let’s see what she does with us all being there.”
“Oh man, I’m going to miss the fireworks.” Sera says, which causes us all to laugh again.
“Go on. All of you get outta here. There’s nothing else we can do about anything until tomorrow.” Wrath says, dismissing us all.
Everyone except Flame makes a move towards the door. I’m not remotely surprised Flame is staying with his husband. Wrath may have stayed pretty level headed, but he’s got to be hurting that his own twin hid such a big part of his life from everyone.
We all head off in our own directions, Blade and Sera, towards the exit of The Clubhouse, no doubt heading back to Blaze’s house. Myself, Piston, Ink, and Rock all head for our offices, which are located in the same corridor as Wrath’s. The only Officers without offices are Flame and Blade; our Enforcers don’t exactly need one.
As soon as I”m inside my office, I head towards my desk, log into my system, and pull up all the reports from Inferno”s. I should have done this a few weeks ago, but I”ve been so fucking busy with everything we”ve been dealing with and the aftermath.
As I start to get stuck in my work, my phone rings, and when I look at it, I see the caller ID says Inferno”s. Fucking hell. What now?
”Hello,” I say as I answer.
”Hey boss, man.” Whiskey says on the other end. I forgot he was still covering because I still haven”t managed to find a new bartender.
”What”s up?”
”I”ve got a young man asking about the bartender job.”
”What does he seem like?”
”He seems decent. Want me to arrange an interview?”
”Yeah, for tomorrow night. I”ve got club business to handle in the morning.”
”Sure thing. Speak to you later.”
We hang up, and I blow out a breath of relief that the phone call wasn”t an issue at the nightclub. I”m hoping whoever this guy is that Whiskey is arranging the interview with works out; I want the staffing issues handled. I know Whiskey can”t keep covering; it”s not fair on him.