I walked into the main room, and there were men everywhere. Brothers from different clubs all stood united.Well, mostly united, I thought, as I looked at Chasm. He sat at the bar with his brother, Shame, and glared at me.
I didn’t understand how he could think I would turn my back on him. How I would side with our former president. He was my brother. I was closer to him than I was to Declan. And all of it gone because he made a choice not to wait for me.
Turning my head, I sought out Hemlock. My fucking brother by blood. He’d known who I was when he walked into my fucking house. Did he know who I was when he met Chasm at that warehouse? Did he get into Chasm’s ear? Was he the one who told him he couldn’t trust his best fucking friend?
“Reaper, Montana, Zeus, and Morpheus. I need you in church.”
I didn’t wait to see if they followed. Morpheus had been a staple here since the women left. With his sister gone, there wasno reason for him to avoid the clubhouse. Grace had been gone for three fucking days, and I missed the hell out of her. But after the message I received about the attack, I couldn’t keep her here. I needed her safe. Needed our baby safe.
Reaper and Montana were the only men outside of my own who knew where they were. They were the only two men I could fully trust. What the fuck did that say about this situation, that the two fucking hottest heads in the building were the ones I trusted the most to have my back?
Ravage was gone. I’d sent him, Tank, Keys, and Johnny with the women. Along with Archie and the other two prospects. The only one still here was Indie, because she fucking refused. Then again, I didn’t argue, knowing she could take care of herself.
“King,” Kronos growled, stepping in front of me before I pushed the doors open. “Where the fuck is my wife?”
“Safe.”
I moved around the old man, and he grabbed my arm. He didn’t have it long when I heard a thud. Morpheus had Kronos up against the wall.
“Give me a fucking reason to kill you.” The two men eyed each other, but Kronos backed down. Morpheus shoved Kronos out of the way and walked into church. Once Reaper, Zeus, and Montana followed, I locked the door.
I made my way to my chair and announced, “We need to figure out who we can trust. I will vouch for almost every single Shadow out there.”
“Almost?” Reaper asked with a glare in my direction.
“Chasm doesn’t trust me, not anymore. Because of that, I can’t trust him either. I also don’t trust Hemlock.”
“He’s your brother, King,” Montana pointed out.
“He’s also your wife’s brother; does that make you automatically trust him?”
Montana’s face paled. “Fuck, how did I miss that?”
I shook my head. “I trust Popeye. Grace has loved him her whole life, and if what Snoopy said is true, he never stopped looking for her.”
“Well, given who her mother is, I’d believe Popeye over her,” Reaper said. When I glared in his direction, silently reminding him that was my old lady’s mother, he held his hands up. “My mother was a fucking cunt; her brother was worse. You really think it skipped her twin fucking sister?”
“We can’t trust Kronos,” Morpheus added.
“That’s my fucking father!” Zeus shouted.
“Your point?” Morpheus asked, pointing a finger at me. “His father is the head of the fucking Mob; you trust O’Malley?”
“I don’t even fucking trust Sal,” I muttered. “But, Zeus, that reminds me. I’m gonna need to get my hands on Nemesis when the rest of your men get here.”
“Who the fuck is Nemesis?” he asked.
“He’s one of your men,” I reiterated.
“I don’t have a brother named Nemesis,” he challenged.
“Karlyn said Nemesis was one of the men who raped her when she was sixteen. He was wearing a Gods of Mayhem cut.”
“Sorry, King, I don’t have anyone named Nemesis.”
“You calling my daughter-in-law a fucking liar?” Morpheus snarled, standing from his chair.
“One of your father’s men?” Montana asked as Reaper watched Zeus carefully.
