Chasing Claire (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club) by Marinaro Paula

Author:Marinaro, Paula [Marinaro, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2015-03-17T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 29

Jules and Prosper sat at the table in Prosper’s office. A week after the incident at the lake house, Prosper had returned from business down in South County. Diego had filled him in on what had happened, and now Jules was giving him his own version. In a few minutes, Hal would be knocking at the door. There were some decisions to be made, and before he made them, Prosper wanted to meet the marine.

“He put a fucking boot to my throat. You were me, you’d let that slide?” Jules sat forward with his elbows on the scarred wood. He looked at his president with fury in his eyes.

“Yeah, after you cocked a nine to the back of his head. What the fuck did you think he was gonna do?” Prosper leaned back in his chair and regarded his sergeant at arms.

Jules was seriously pissed.

And Prosper knew it took a lot for Jules to get pissed.

Come to think of it, Prosper thought to himself, it took a whole boatload of shit for Jules to show much of any emotion at all.

Jules and goddamn Crow. Right there you had two stoic sons of bitches. Not like him. If he didn’t smash a chair to bits at least once a week, his wife stuck a goddamn thermometer in his mouth.

“Pinky called and said someone was sneaking around the house, looking in windows and shit. What the fuck was I supposed to think? Why didn’t the asshole just ring the doorbell like anybody else?”

Really? This again?

“’Cause it was one o’clock in the morning. Stupid fucker thought that it would be better to see if someone was up. He explained all that shit.”

“Yeah. Explained, my ass,” Jules muttered underneath his breath.

“Look,” Prosper growled. “If you want to put a decorated Special Forces Marine to ground because he bested you, that’s your own damn business. But you keep the brothers out of it. This is your deal and you do it alone, without the backing of this club and without my goddamn blessings. The last thing we need is the military crawling up our asses looking for their officer.”

“He didn’t fucking best me,” Jules spat.

“Yeah, he did, Brother. The motherfucker held you with his boot at your throat and your wrist close to breaking. And that’s what got you pissed off more than anything. Jules, I don’t blame you. If it was me, I’d want to kill the sonofabitch too. But there’s more to it than that, and you fucking know it. He didn’t know what he was going to run into out there. So really, he showed remarkable restraint by not crushing your larynx from the get-go. And as for him, a man doesn’t usually get a chance to hear that click at the back of his head twice. You were both goddamn lucky. You didn’t blow his head off and he didn’t sever your windpipe. Seems like a draw to me. Now man the fuck up and get past it.”

Prosper was right and deep down inside Jules knew it.

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