I didn’t care how he got the information as long as he got me some fucking answers.
“I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got something.”
“Thanks, Dread.”
“Oh, and, King,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Watch your back, brother. Word is already spreading about what went down today. Skinner thinks he won by pulling Zephyr from the Brotherhood’s clubhouse, but he lost numbers. It will take him some time to build those back up.”
“Zephyr?”
I knew that fucking name. If Rhea was being honest, and there was no reason for her not to be, Zephyr was the bastard who’d killed Nav’s mom. He was also one of the names Sypher had given Morpheus when he stood in my clubhouse after taking Massacre’s ink off his chest. That was the kind of shit I wanted to get away from, but I was smack in the middle of it.
“Thanks, man. Let me know what you find.”
“I’ll see to this one personally, brother.”
I disconnected the call and leaned my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands.
When the fuck would it end?
Leaving the hospital, I rode to my brother’s house. I needed to check on Maureen. She’d gotten close to Hash. So close that every other day he asked her to leave Dec and marry him. He’d always tell her that with him being younger, he’d still be alive when her baby graduated high school.
I guess he’d tempted fucking fate.
I pulled up and sat on my bike for a moment after turning it off. The front door opened, and my brother stepped out on the porch. He’d always be my brother. I didn’t care that biologically he was my uncle.
“You coming inside?”
“Yeah, I wanted to check on Maureen.” I swung my leg over the seat and stepped up on the porch.
“Let’s talk out here for a minute,” Dec said. I leaned against the railing and waited. Whatever he’d found wasn’t good. “I went by Mary Ann’s place to talk to her.”
“And?”
“She’s dead, King. Went to see her mom, and she was fine until I told her about Mary Ann. She hadn’t fallen. Mary Ann lied.”
“Son of a bitch.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “They knew Grace was there, and Johnny wasn’t. She was the target.”
“She was the target,” Dec confirmed. “I didn’t say anything at the club because I figured you were dealing with enough shit. How’s Tank and Keys?”
“They’ll live, thank God. We almost lost Tank. If it hadn’t been for that fucker from New York, he’d be dead.” I explained to Declan about Tank’s stupidly rare blood type. And about Sinclair being his father. I trusted my brother completely, but I also respected his position as the town sheriff.
So I told himalmosteverything.
“What’s your plan for retaliation?” I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t let them get away with this.”
“We won’t. But I’m not telling you shit. I won’t put that on you.”
Dec nodded. He knew I wouldn’t tell him our plans.
“You gonna call Sal?”
“Fuck no.”
“He could he—”
