I ignored him.
I didn’t care about myself. But my son, he had to live.
With my guns in my hands, I didn’t wait and marched into the chaos, firing at will.
I was over this shit, and I just prayed that when the dust settled, my son forgave me.
Declan
I paced the living room, waiting for the call. My brother stood against the wall by the front door watching his childhood girlfriend as she spoke to my wife. I was glad Darcy was alive. Happy to see her even, but her presence here had set things in motion that would tear King’s world apart.
Again.
She should have stayed gone.
Duncan stood in the kitchen, his phone to his ear as he spoke with his wife. Freyja was pregnant, and I knew being here without her couldn’t be easy. I was happy for him. He deserved to find his woman. He’d put his entire life on hold for the family.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from the office letting me know it had begun. My officers had been given instructions not to engage. King had begged me to hold them back. He didn’t want their deaths on his hands.
I begrudgingly agreed, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered calling in the FEDS. I knew someone. Someone I hadn’t spoken to in over two decades, but even though things ended badly between us, I knew I could call if I had to. And he would come. Just as I would show up for him if he needed me.
“Where do you think you’re going, little brother?” Sal asked as he stepped in my way.
“Get the fuck out of my way, Sal.” I tried to push past him, but he blocked me at every turn. Sal was shorter than me by an inch, but he was wider. Built more like his father, whereas I was built like mine.
“That is mylittle brotherout there!”
“And he is my son,” Sal snarled.
“Then you should be out there with him, motherfucker!” I seethed.
Mac had moved to stand by the door, and when I turned to go out the back, Duncan was no longer on the phone. He stood sentry, blocking my way.
“What the fuck are you doing? He needs help!” I pleaded with my brother, who stood in front of me like a fucking statue.
“He asked me to keep you here. I wanted to be there, too. But I made a promise to protect you. He knew you wouldn’t stay out of it.”
“Declan,” Maureen’s soft voice cut through the haze and emotion. She wrapped her arms around me as she cried against my chest.
“I can’t lose him, Reenie. I can’t lose King.”
Chasm
“You really think he was a part of it?” my brother Justin asked as he sipped his drink. We sat at the bar, waiting. We’d been waiting for three fucking days.
I knew King had gotten the message, because the women and children had disappeared. Along with the prospects. Well, most of them. I was surprised to see a woman wearing a prospect cut for the Silver Shadows.
“Seems things are changing in the club,” Justin observed, his eyes following my gaze to the woman.
“Yeah, but are they warranted? Steele may be gone, but Stone isn’t. He’ll want to take his spot. By force if necessary. He may have been more subtle than Steele, but he is just as dangerous.”
I kept my eye on the woman. Indie. She moved around the room in the shadows, and I wondered what she was looking for. Her eyes were filled with mistrust. The kind that comes from years of abuse, and I wanted to know her story.
Who was she?
Where did she come from?
What benefit would she be to the club?
