Jesus, Cassie has got my head all fucked up. He was right, I have no claim on her. She is free to sleep with whoever she wants. No, I’m not going there.
A more pressing problem is filling Ink in on what happened. He said he didn’t want me to report back as such, but this whole thing was a huge fuck up. There is no way they’re not going to find out about this.
Mace will tell King, he’ll have to. King needs to know that Ragnar disobeyed a directive that has been sent out to the MC as a whole. The Kingsmen are gone and the ones who stayed, are to be trusted. Ragnar didn’t abide by that last night.
Most of it I picked up at the motel last night. No one spoke to me, but they didn’t hide what they were talking about. When they feel safe, brothers are as gossipy as women.
Mace and Talon disappeared when we arrived but the others couldn’t keep shit to themselves. Then they dumped me in a room with Hozier. Fuck knows how he got his bike there without causing an accident. I lay in the bed listening to him fart and snore and get up at least three times to puke in the trash can. The smell nearly made me ill, I had to get up and clean the can out every time.
I couldn’t ride off alone. The Kingsmen were our problem a couple of years back, and were neutralized, or swallowed up, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe for a member to ride alone now.
And I didn’t want to give Mace the satisfaction of forcing me away. Every time he looks at me, his jaw clenches and not only because of the Cassie situation.
Things got real fucked up at the Hamilton Chapter last night. I could sense it as soon as I walked through the doors. No one wanted us there. They were okay with me, even though I got some looks for association.
We’re about five miles away from the clubhouse when a call comes through.
“Get your ass back to Sussex, no stopping at Stroudsburg.”
There is no room for argument when our Sargent-At-Arms gives an order. “I’m still a couple of hours away.”
“I know.” He hangs up.
No point worrying how he knows, we all have trackers on our phones. Fuck knows what I’m walking into back at the clubhouse, unless word got back from Hamilton, I can’t think what else it would be.
I’m not really surprised when I stay on the highway towards Sussex to see the Fatboy stay on the road. Looks like Mace got the call from Dirt too.
He pulls right up behind me as we fly down the highway. I think about pulling away for about three seconds, but figure I’m in enough shit already and should drop back. Surprisingly though, Mace doesn’t pull ahead, he keeps a safe distance behind and to the left of me.
Guess he doesn’t want to answer to King either.
Since Rip got tossed out of the MC, one of the other prospects is on gate duty and stands blocking the way as it rolls back. Once he’s sure we’re who the cameras clearly showed, he steps out of the way. This time I do defer to Mace and he rolls in ahead of me.
I can’t help but look at the garage as we ride past. The Buick is covered up but there is a large box beside it. Some parts have come in. Fucking hell. If Felix hadn’t got sick, I could have been in there this whole time, happily working on that car, blissfully unaware that Cassie fucked Mace.
“Shit,” I groan as I pull off my helmet.
Mace looks over at me as he does the same. It looks like he wants to ask if I got the same call but he scowls and gets off the bike instead of acknowledging me. As I shut off the engine and get off too, I watch him stomp up the stairs to the clubhouse.
“What’s going on?”
I don’t need to turn around to see who it is. “Shit went sideways.”
“The buy went bad?” Felix ask, then coughs enough that he has to bend over.
“Why aren’t you in bed, aren’t you contagious?”
“I’m bored.”
“Yeah well, I wouldn’t be having to explain myself to Dirt if you’d have gone on this run,” I grumble, pocketing my keys.
Although God knows what would have happened to Marshall and his sister if I hadn’t been there to explain the Veil Line. That alone makes me feel guilty about giving Felix shit. It’s not his fault he got sick.
“What happened?”
“Dirt wants to see me, I think I better tell him all about it before I report to you.”
“Shit man, that bad?”
