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President.
I'm going to earn that term today, even if it kills me.
Chapter 36
Amy
Austin doesn't suggest that I run and hide, disappear while this battle wages at the place
I'm just starting to realize truly feels like home. And I don't mean the house. The house is
nice and my room is perfection, like a page torn from a magazine. What I mean, though, is
Austin. Austin feels like home, and as long as my presence doesn't distract him from what
he's doing, I'm going to stay by his side.
Beck. Austin bursts into the room, using the ring of keys that leads to every room in
the house. He's the only one that has a copy. I smile apologetically at Tease as she tugs
the sheets over her breasts and turns to look at us over her shoulder. She's sitting in
about the same position I was last night, so I understand how disturbing this must be. I
pretend I don't even notice that she's straddling Beck's body, or at least that I don't know
that he's probably inside of her at this moment. I keep my face stoic. We got problems.
Right away, Tease rolls off and Beck rises to his feet. I look away from his exposed
erection and again use those wonderful skills of pretending to imagine that I don't see it.
Where? Beck asks, voice all militaristic and harsh. When I sneak a peek at his face
though, he's grinning. Austin's mouth is set in a grim but determined line. He's wearing
Triple M's jacket, the black leather a nice contrast to the white T-shirt underneath. The
three M's of the logo smile back at me as I touch my fingers to my own leather sleeve. I
wore jeans and black boots, without heels unfortunately, I'm no Kimmi. Austin and I
essentially have dressed in matching outfits. It seems appropriate, like a military uniform
or something.
Here, Austin says as Beck spews some colorful curses and grabs a pair of jeans from
the floor. He slides them on while we stand there and wait. Broken Dallas and Bested by
Crows The Branded Kestrels Austin slurs his words, dragging his Southern drawl
through the mud in disgust, are on their way here. Now. With guns. Probably some big
ones like the M16s I saw before. Get ready. Start boarding up the inside windows, all
along the back and front. Leave only enough space for a barrel or a knife to peek through.
We're making a stand. Beck whoops, raising a T-shirt high, like a flag. Austin glances
over at Tease. Her face is drawn and determined and I know that, like me, she won't be
leaving. We fight here today, as equal members of this club, as partners to our men, as
women who are allowed to be sisters in a brotherhood.
We'll be ready in two minutes, she assures us both, nodding her chin and letting the
sheets fall, as equally unembarrassed about her nakedness as her lover is. She tucks some
red hair behind her ear as we turn to leave. Or less.
Austin salutes them with a grin of his own and takes us down the hall, stopping in each
room, giving orders to every single Triple M'er he passes by. Everyone is important here,
and today, everyone is a part of Austin's plan. I couldn't be more proud. He's had this in
him all along, has simply refused to see it. Today, he lets it shine bright.
We go downstairs next, finding Gaine and Mireya in the kitchen, beers already clutched
in their hands. It might be early morning, but the rules of drink don't apply here. If
anyone in this club wants a Goddamn beer, they get one. I smile.
Get your weapons and your shit together, Austin says, pausing only briefly in front of
them. We got trouble. Our old friends are coming to settle the score, and we're going to
make sure it ends in our favor. Help Beck and Tease board up the windows. Austin only
pauses to take a small breath. Where's Kimmi? he asks as his friends set down their
beers and grab some sheets of plywood that are leaning against the walls. There's no
wasting time here. Everything has to be done just so, laid out just right. The goal here
isn't just to win, I know that. Austin's told me before that his Code of the Road demands
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