“What?” None of this was making any sense to her. Tiny had already told her all of this. She didn’t know how much she was supposed to know or what Tiny had told Alex. “You’re putting Butch in danger.”
“The club is in danger. Gonzalez is not predictable, and he’s going to put us all in danger. One man is better than the whole club.”
She stared into his eyes. Eva had known Alex long enough to know when he was lying.
“This isn’t about you or the club. This is about your son, Matthew. You’re doing all of this to protect him.”
He dropped his gaze from her.
“Does Tiny know?”
“Yes, he knows, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know what we’re doing.”
Why is Alex coming to me?
“Why are you telling me?” She knew what Tiny was trying to do, even if his plan did unnerve her a little.
“Because I don’t know if Tiny knows what he’s doing and I’ve got a son to protect.”
“Tiny has the interest of the club before anyone else. You should never doubt him.” She shoved him in the chest. There was no way she’d let Alex get away with doubting her man. “He’s been president of this club for a long time, a lot longer than you’ve ever given a shit about them. You stayed away in Vegas, involved in your casino. Don’t you f**king dare try to divide loyalty! Tiny knows this club better than most.”
She turned to grab the door handle. Alex gripped her elbow.
“I’m not trying to divide f**king loyalty, Eva. Devil and his crew, that’s Tiny’s weakness. He trusts Devil, and he shouldn’t.”
Resting her head against the door, she let out a sigh. “Devil and his crew have been there for us in the past.”
“They brought this mess to us. We shouldn’t be contemplating losing men or women, let alone children.”
She saw the fear in his eyes. Never in all the time she’d known Alex had she ever seen fear. He was a man who took risks and didn’t care about the consequences of what he was doing. This man before her was not just a man, he was a scared father.
“You’ve got to stop panicking and start to put your shit together,” she said.
He ran fingers through his hair. Pity filled her at seeing the conflict in his eyes. He was lashing out without even thinking.
“I can’t handle this. He’s just a boy.”
“Then you know exactly how we’ve all felt the last few years. You don’t think I’m terrified about what happens to Miles and Tabitha? They’re my world, and yet I’m part of a world that could have them taken from me.” She stopped as tears filled her eyes. “The panic will come along with the fear. You’ve got to learn to trust Tiny. He’s gotten us all out of trouble so far. Trust him, and Matthew will be fine.”
She opened the door and left him alone.
Without stopping, she went to Tiny and grabbed his hand. “We need to talk.”
“I’m busy, baby. I want to get these numbers done before Gash arrives.”
Eva didn’t give him the chance of turning her down. She grabbed the paperwork and threw it over the counter. “There, the work is done.” Taking hold of his hand, she led him into the office. The club was snickering as she led him back to the main office. Closing and locking the door she turned on him and shoved him hard in the chest. “Are you f**king insane?”
“Baby? What?”
“Butch, him risking his f**king life and doing that shit to Patricia’s grave and you didn’t even tell me?” She placed hands on her h*ps and glared at him. Eva was so f**king angry, she was ready to hurt him.
Her body shook with anger.
“Who the f**k told you about Patricia?”
“Alex. Don’t you f**king dare!” She pushed at his chest when he made to pass her. “You’re not going to take any shit out on him. You’re the one at fault here, you, not Alex. You’re my husband, the one responsible for keeping me up to date on all the shit you’ve got planned, not him.”
“It’s club business. He had no right to tell you.”
“So I’m not club business?” she asked, yelling. She didn’t give a f**k who was listening to them. “I’m not an old lady? I’m the one who has to look at Butch’s wife when he’s f**king murdered because you kept me in the goddamned dark!”
“Eva.” He held onto her shoulders, and she shook him off.
“No, you don’t get to Eva me and try to shut me up. You’re in the f**king wrong. I’m your old lady, Tiny. I’m your f**king wife. I knew you were doing this shit with Butch, but this, it’s going to get him killed. What are you doing to do when Gonzalez asks him to do more? How far do you want Butch to go? Desecrating Patricia’s grave is f**king mild for Gonzalez, considering he was more than happy to give the order of cutting off a woman’s head. Butch doesn’t even know you’re in on it. Alex doesn’t even know that I f**king know what’s going on. This is bad news.” She slapped his chest, feeling the tears fall down her cheeks. “You lost the right to treat me like a whore when you put a ring on my finger and twins inside me.” She stopped, licking her lips. “You should have told me everything. How can I help you if you’re only ever giving me half of it? This isn’t going to work.”
Laying a hand against his chest, she felt the pounding within her head. This thing with Butch was getting complicated, and if Tiny wasn’t careful, it was going to bite him in the ass.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t want to worry you. I never want to worry you. This is my business, and I’m risking his life—”
“Getting information from Gonzalez is a lot different than acting like a pet. Butch is nothing more than Gonzalez’s pet. It’s going to get him killed, Tiny. It’s dangerous.”
He didn’t drop his gaze from hers. “I’m doing what’s good for the club. This is our only way of getting to him from the inside. Butch acting like this has helped us stop something else.”
“What else could it have stopped?” she asked, opening her arms wide. She didn’t know what else to expect from him.
“Butch found out that a cop on the force within Fort Wills was going to start another raid on the clubhouse. We’re all in lockdown. All of us would have ended up in jail.”
“How did you stop it?” she asked. They hadn’t been woken up in the middle of the night to a raid. There had to be something Tiny and The Skulls had done.