Free The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) by Daniella Tucci

files about people or something
and they were going to make a plan against you.”
    I wish I could
remember exactly what they said. I was so scared I just couldn’t concentrate
well on what they said.
    “I see…”
    “Oh oh I
remember now. They said something about finding out who is on your list and
they are making a plan to counter anything you do. Something like that. Does
that make any sense to you?”
    “Unfortunately
yes.”
    “So you know
what that was all about then?”
    “Pretty much.”
    “I have to ask you
something and I want you to be completely honest with me.”
    “Okay.”
    “What would
have happened to me if I would not have pretended to be asleep?”
    He has to think
for a few seconds, but I think he is not trying to deceive me.
    “It depends on
how much they said and how much they think you heard. It may have also depended
on what they guessed our relationship was; whether we’re a couple, friends, or
just acquaintances.”
    “I see…So what
were they talking about?”
    “Office
politics,” he says with a smile.
    “Very fucking
funny. I don’t peg you for an office kind of guy.”
    “I’m the
president of the club and my little brother is the vice president who is not
content to be just the vice president. He wants my job and looks like he’ll
stop at nothing to get that top position.”
    “I see…”
    “Your brother,
he’s how many years older than you?”
    “Oh you’re
good, you’re very good; but flattery will get you nowhere.”
    “He’s younger?
Wow, in all seriousness, he looks like he’s three or four years older than
you.”
    “Well he’s
around that much younger than me. But we do get along. Or maybe we only get
along because he has no interest in my job so there’s nothing he wants to steal
from me.”
    “You really
think that?” Cade asks.
    “Fuck no. We
are, as we Millennials say, tight.”
    Then he
launches this seemingly endless diatribe about motorcycle clubs and his
brother’s place in the pecking order and why he needs to be happy where he’s at
and that he’s not fit to be in the top slot and blah blah blah… I focus as long
as I can but I can only take so drivel; I am human after all.
    “I’m sorry, you
lost me.”
    “Uh…okay. Where
did I lose you?”
    “Right about
when you said, my brother has always said…”
    “Wait…really?
That was the first thing out of my mouth.”
    “Yeah, sorry
‘bout that.”
    “You don’t have
many friends do you?”
    “I have loads
of them.” I retort.
    “Really…so name
your best friend.”
    “Juld…dly…” I
barely manage to spit out.
    “Julddly?
What’s this Julddly’s last name and her cell number?”
    “Mayfiel-. Oh
fuck! No, I don’t have a lot of friends. I’m not a friendly person so fucking
sue me already!”
    “Yeah…you’re a
pretty scary person. It takes guts to be exposed to you day after day.”
    “You make it
sound like that’s a bad thing.”
    “Bad…no, it’s
just who you are.”
    “Tell me how
you earned your Filthy Few patch.” I say, showing my own nerves of steel.
    “Wow…you sure
know how to keep the conversation lively.”
    “I bore pretty
fucking easily.”
    “I’ll tell
you-“
    “But then you’d
have to kill me, is that it?”
    “Do you see a
lot of movies? Suddenly I get a picture of you every weekend sitting in the
dark by yourself watching movie after movie. No, I won’t have to kill you. They
only do that in unrealistic movies. What I mean is, once I’ve told the story I
can’t un-tell it. And you won’t be able to forget it either. It’ll change you
and it’ll change how we relate to one another. Are you sure you want that?”
    No, I’m not
sure but I’m sure as hell not gonna say no; not now. I need to know if this guy
is a stone cold killer or if it’s something completely different. Cade takes a
seat in the recliner and puts his feet up like it’s going to be a very long
story. I better get comfortable as well.
    “So…I