Zero Regret: Z and Lilly, Part Two (Lost Kings MC Book 13) Read online

  “Thanks for that nightmare-inducing image.”

  I shrug. “It’s my father and his son’s grandfather. That’s why he did it.”

  For once my know-it-all brother has nothing to say.

  “It’s a one-time thing, Alex. If Dad screws up again, he’ll have to figure it out on his own.”

  Still, he’s quiet.

  “What’s wrong? No witty comebacks?”

  “All right, all right. I’m sorry. If he really did that for Dad, then yeah, I guess I owe him.”

  “Knocking off the thug and baby daddy jokes will be thanks enough.”

  An almost guilty expression crosses his face. “We’ve always teased each other, Lilly.”

  “This is different, and you know it.”

  “Why? Are you gonna marry him?”

  I stare at my brother. “Yes.”

  He blows out a breath. “Is that what you want?”

  It doesn’t feel awkward to admit it out loud. “It is.”

  “Good. All right.” Slowly, he holds out his arms. “Come here.” He envelops me in the kind of brotherly hug I remember from when I was younger and pats my hair. “I really do worry about you. And Chance. Whatever Z’s involved with, I don’t want it to ever hurt you.”

  I heave out a deep breath. Nothing could hurt me more than I’ve already been hurt. “Z’s very good to me. He’s a good father to Chance. That’s all that matters.”

  “I hope so.”

  Once I’ve dealt with my brother, it’s time to deal with Ted. After I track him down at his hotel, I push my way in the door, slamming it behind me.

  “How could you, Ted?” I’m still fuming. We’ve only been friends for a few years, but he’s been there for me through some of my darkest moments. Apparently, I didn’t know him as well as I thought.

  “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” The palpable disappointment in his voice might be the only thing that stops me from kicking him in the shins. “I knew when I saw him. You’re not coming back to California, are you?”

  “That’s your excuse for coming to my house in the middle of the night and trying to blow up my life?”

  “I wasn’t trying to—”

  “I told you things were complicated, and I needed to sort things out with Chance’s father before I could give you an answer.”

  “Yeah, and I guess I was selfishly hoping he wouldn’t care.”

  Of course, he was. “That’s not who he is at all.”

  He nods and shoves his hands in his pockets. “How’d he take it? Must’ve been rough.”

  Tears prick my eyelids as shame washes over me. Z’s been nothing but forgiving and all I’ve done is lie. “Rocky at first, but he’s been more understanding than I would’ve been.”

  “Yeah, I got the impression he cares for you deeply.” He sighs. “Chance is happy?”

  An image of Chance hugging Z and calling him Daddy springs into my mind and I smile. “We told him a while ago and he accepted it pretty quick.” I wobble my hand back and forth. “A little jealousy here and there if Z and I get too close.”

  Ted throws his head back and laughs. “Well, he’s had your undivided attention his whole life so that makes sense.” He stops laughing and holds my gaze again. “Your parents?”

  “Same. Judgmental and critical.”

  “I’m sorry. Lots of lousy parents somehow come through for their grandchildren. I was hoping that’d be the case for you. That meeting their grandson would warm them up.”

  “Not so much.” I snort and shake my head. “I tried bringing Z over and that didn’t go over well either.”

  Ted actually huffs out a laugh. “He didn’t seem like the type to tolerate anyone treating you unkindly.”

  I snort, because boy is that an understatement. “You would be correct.”

  He reaches out and squeezes my shoulder. “Good. You need someone to stand up for you with them. I understand why it’s difficult for your brother. Even so, someone should’ve done it a long time ago.”

  “Thank you. For understanding. I’m sorry—”

  “Don’t be. I just want you to be well. I want you and Chance to be happy.”

  “We are.”

  “That’s all I want.” He glances at the clock. “Have you had lunch? I’m starving. Show me someplace good around here.”

  I’m still upset he flew across the country to get an answer from me—not that he can’t afford it. Maybe my irritation shows on my face.

  He settles his hand on my shoulder. “I’m always here for you. If you change your mind or anything.”

  “I appreciate that. Everything you’ve done for us. But I won’t change my mind about Z.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Z

  ROCK’S RIGHT. I can’t wait much longer to extract some answers from my girl. I also can’t leave the club I’ve taken over in the lurch.

  Everyone’s waiting for me inside Sway’s clubhouse. I may be president now, but this place will always feel like “Sway’s clubhouse” to me. Rooster greets me as soon as I step inside and loudly asks to speak to me in private. “Got some of those house listings you asked about.”

  I glance around at the brothers waiting outside the chapel. “Give us a minute.”

  “Take your time, brother,” Jigsaw calls out. He’s a brother around my age. Spent a lot of time on the road before taking over as Sway’s Road Captain. Obviously, he isn’t sure how he feels about me taking over as president. Since I’m not sure how I feel about it myself, I don’t take it too personally.

  Rooster shuts the door to Sway’s office behind us.

  “A bit dramatic to go over some house listings, brother.” I nod to the closed door.

  Rooster shakes his head and steps aside so I can move behind the desk and shuffle through the few papers that piled up while I was away.

  The first stack on top is indeed the house listings. “This right in the same neighborhood Teller and Murphy are moving into?”

  He taps the top sheet. “Right next door to their place.”

  “Perfect.” I’m not sure how they’ll feel about having me up their asses, but too bad. I want Lilly to have familiar people around her and when Heidi visits, it’ll be nice for the kids to play together. “I’ll take a look at it later.”

  “The agent said you can drop by this afternoon. Give her a call and she’ll meet you there.”

  “Thanks.” I set the folder to the side and raise an eyebrow at Rooster, who’s still blocking the door.

  “That’s not the only reason I wanted to talk to you.” He glances over his shoulder.

  “You worried someone’s gonna bust in or something?”

  “No.” He squares his shoulders and faces me. “I’ve shared a patch with these guys for a long time.”

  Not liking the tone this conversation’s taken, I stand and place my hands on the desk. “Yeah?” I gesture for him to turn around. “Your top rocker say something different than mine?”

  He shakes off my sarcasm and keeps his feet planted where they are. “I want you to understand, I’m not a snitch or a kiss-ass. I don’t give a fuck about getting on your good side. All I want is what’s best for this club. Always.”

  “I’ve never doubted that, Rooster. You about to give me a reason I should?”

  “No.” He glances at the door again. “Shadow’s been making noise about pushing into New Jersey territory.”

  “What? Why?” The Vipers MC run most of New Jersey and, up until two years ago, ran a small portion of New York. Until my charter put them down and took over their territory. Vipers are all the bad stereotypes about MCs rolled into one club and I’m not eager to tangle with them again unless it’s absolutely necessary.

  “He thinks we should dominate more territory. He’s been talking about going to DeLova to back us up.”

  Jesus Christ, just what we need. Owing DeLova more favors. Sway’s an idiot sometimes, but I can’t believe he’d approve. “Where did Sway land on this issue?”

>   “He wanted no part of it. As long as Vipers stayed out of our territory, he wasn’t going to push into theirs.”

  Well, thank fuck for that. “Good. So, what’s the problem?”

  I already sense what’s coming.

  “With Sway down, Shadow’s been starting this call to take over at least upper New Jersey.”

  Funny how that happened. “That’s still an hour from here. We don’t have the numbers to hold that territory down.”

  “Well, he’s been rumbling about it and I’m pretty sure he’s trying to pull support from some of the newer members who don’t know any better.”

  Sure, newer members might not understand all the nuances or things involved with dominating a territory. Especially if they didn’t prospect long enough. Things like which politicians and law enforcement are receptive to bribes, what other crews might work in the area, and business potential. A whole host of things that don’t sound as fun as ‘kill rival bikers’ and ‘blow shit up’ to a newer member who doesn’t remember the days of serious anarchy, bloodshed, and chaos.

  “Where’s Steer?”

  “He’s a hard fuck no. Jigsaw, Hustle, Grip, Suds, they’re all full-stop against expansion.”

  “All right. Good.” I give him a pointed look. “I assume you’re also a hard no?”

  “Damn right. Using Sway’s shooting as a way to get around his orders ain’t right. Besides that, we don’t need the hassle. I know the shit you guys went through getting rid of the Vipers up in your area. No need to swat at that wasp’s nest unless it comes at us first.”

  “Good. Who do I need to worry about?”

  “Smoke. Old fuck misses the ‘glory days’ of being able to shoot people in broad daylight and plant car bombs.”

  “He miss prison too?”

  “Apparently.”

  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sit and stare at the papers on the desk, not really seeing anything. “I’ll address it today.”

  Rooster shifts and meets my eyes. “Cut him off at the knees before he gathers more support.”

  That’s exactly what I plan to do.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Z

  “SETTLE DOWN.” I slam the gavel against the table and everyone shuts up. I’m guessing Sway bangs this thing a lot around here.

  Not to be a dick, but Sway’s club is into a lot of things Rock, Wrath, and I decided our charter wouldn’t touch a long time ago. Petty bullshit that causes a lot of stress, risks arrest, and doesn’t bring in enough cash to be worth the trouble.

  Sparky set Sway up with a small pot farm for personal use a while back. I haven’t floated the idea of expanding into a business yet for three reasons. One, I don’t want to introduce too much change into this club too soon. Two, I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to turn their club into a copycat of upstate. Three, while lucrative, growing marijuana for sale and profit isn’t easy. Sparky is a one-of-a-kind individual. I haven’t decided if anyone here is smart or dedicated enough to make it work.

  So, for now, I listen to a report from Suds on the coin-operated laundry the club runs. It’s the perfect cash business to launder the money they make from running guns out to Stump’s club and beyond. Can’t say I’m thrilled to now be overseeing this since gun-running’s another thing my charter extracted itself from years ago. Call me a pussy, but doing hard time isn’t how this biker wants to spend his days.

  Honestly, there are plenty of enterprises I’d rather not dirty my hands with. I enjoy my freedom way too much.

  Next up, the pawn shop downtown. It’s really a front to move stolen goods. More petty bullshit and scrutiny from law enforcement. No wonder this charter has been struggling lately.

  To say I’m unimpressed now that I’ve gotten a peek behind downstate’s curtain is an understatement. I’ve had my suspicions—we all have. But for the most part, each club is allowed to operate the way the members choose. As long as it doesn’t reflect badly on the whole organization. Human trafficking is the only way to earn that’s completely off the table for all charters. As it should be. Anyone earning that way deserves a bullet to the head.

  Where Sway’s been hoping to turn a legitimate profit is his porn production company. My ex, Stella, is a big part of that plan, obviously. Turns out with Sway in the hospital, no one has a lot of information to share.

  “He keeps details about her to himself,” Shadow explains with a dirty eyebrow wiggle.

  Hustler raises his hand. “I have some monthly membership figures.”

  Well, at least the treasurer has something useful.

  “Good. What are we looking at?”

  “Membership keeps growing every day. There was a slight increase in cancellations over the last two weeks, but I think that’s because no new content has been added.”

  Fucking great. “What do we do about that?”

  “That’s always been between Stella and Sway,” Steer explains. “We take our cut, but creative control is all hers. She reports to Sway and runs new ideas by him. No one else.”

  Kill me now. The last damn thing I feel like doing is begging Stella for any updates on what sexual positions she’s filming herself in lately. Or worse, collaborating on projects.

  Frustrated, I motion for Hustler to hand me the papers he’s holding. “I thought he was bankrolling some of her friends too. How are those doing?”

  “We are. I got those reports too. None of them have the fan base she does, but they’re also on an upswing.”

  “All right, well at least that’s good news.” I turn to Rooster. “Where we at with Sway’s shooting?”

  “I’m at a dead end.” He scratches his hand over his beard and flicks his gaze down the table, but no one speaks up. “I’ve combed through every piece of video footage and got nothing.”

  Shadow stands without being recognized, something I don’t care for. I won’t make an issue out of it now, but it’ll definitely be addressed at some point. Bikers or not, we have a certain protocol at meetings that will be followed.

  “We all know Vipers were probably behind this attack.” He turns and points down the table. “How many times they come after your club? Almost fucking killed you, right brother?”

  Teller sits up, surprised, I think, to be brought into the conversation. “Yeah, but the ones who ran me off the road are,” he cough-smirks, “long gone.”

  “Z knows more about this than I do,” Murphy says. “But we never had any indication that the Jersey charter condoned what New York was doing. So why they’d start fucking with us now makes no sense.”

  “Bullshit.” Smoke jumps out of his chair. “We know one club doesn’t make a move without the rest of ‘em knowing about it. They came after our prez and we need to retaliate before they think we’re a bunch of pussies who can’t handle our biz.”

  Christ, that escalated quickly.

  “Whoa.” I hold my hands up in the air but otherwise remain calm, like none of this ruffles me even though I’m dying to plant my fist in Shadow’s face for sharing this conspiracy theory without discussing it with me first. “What are you basing that opinion on?”

  “Thirty-five years of gut instinct,” Smoke shoots back, slapping his meaty paw over his protruding gut. “I been in the game since you were in diapers, Z.”

  Rooster sighs and rolls his eyes my way. Further down the table, Jigsaw snorts and shakes his head.

  “Rooster knows explosives.” Smoke jabs his finger in Rooster’s direction. “We should have him wire up their vehicles and hit them at their clubhouse, hard and fast. See how they like it.”

  Hustler stands and leans over the table, catching Smoke’s eye. “This ain’t your golden oldie days, brother. Thinking before acting will save us all a lot of grief.”

  “I’m thinking the Vipers tried to off our prez and we need to act in a way that shows them we won’t tolerate it and end it for good,” Smoke fires back.

  “Bro, cool it.” I motion for everyone to take their seats again. “What interaction hav
e you guys had with the Vipers to think they’re behind this? Sway’s never mentioned an issue.”

  “I have good intel they’ve been moving into the south of our territory,” Smoke says too quickly to sound believable.

  “Z,” Teller calls. “Uh, Prez. If you remember, that’s how they started with us.”

  I turn my don’t encourage this stare his way and he gives me a half-smirk in return.

  “See?” Shadow points at Teller. “T knows what’s up.”

  While his brain-to-mouth function leaves a lot to be desired sometimes, Teller’s smarter than Shadow, Smoke, and half this club combined. He wouldn’t have opened his mouth without a good reason. Even so, I ignore him for now.

  “They did shoot at me and Heidi,” Murphy reminds us. “Fucking sniper shot from a distance.”

  I send my glare his way, but he’s focused on Shadow.

  “Bring me hard proof they’re behind it and we’ll move,” I promise. I go in for the pity strings next. “I’ve known Sway since I was a teenager. Car-bombing their clubhouse will bring too much heat, but no one wants this fucker caught more than I do.”

  “Amen, brother,” several of the guys mutter and nod their heads at me.

  Crisis averted, I adjourn the meeting. Shadow storms out with Smoke right behind him. Rooster catches my eye and nods before leaving.

  I want to order Teller and Murphy to park their asses, but I don’t want to look like I’m holding separate meetings with the guys from my club. Not when things are still so precarious.

  Still, Teller’s smart enough not to wander far. I find him and Murphy in the hallway outside my room.

  “Look who it is. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-pain-in-my-ass,” I greet as I open the door and shove push both of them inside.

  “Which one am I?” Teller snarks.

  “You’re definitely a pain in my ass.”

  Murphy snort-laughs and drops down on the edge of my bed.

  “Get your ass off my bed. I sleep there.”

  “Not like I’m gonna wipe my ballsack on your pillow. What’s your problem?” he bitches but moves to one of the chairs in the corner.

  “Why you two gotta feed into Shadow’s bullshit? We can’t afford to go to war with the Vipers. Not in the state this charter’s in.”