“Staring contest,” Cash repeated. I stared at my VP.
“Children,” I muttered. “You’re all fucking children.” I walked around the table and smacked them both upside the head. “Sit your asses down.” I sat in my chair and looked around the table. “There is something I want to talk about before I invite Zeus and his men in.”
No one said a word as they waited for me to explain. I wasn’t sure how this would go over, but as the president of the Mother Chapter, I had the power to change the fucking rules. And it was far past time they changed.
“I want to extend an invitation to Indie to join the club.”
“You going to extend that same invitation to my old lady?” Cash asked.
I turned to look at my VP. I needed him not to lose his shit when I answered, but the look he gave me said that was unlikely.
“No.” I held my hand up when he opened his mouth to cuss me out. “I will discuss why with you later.” He pressed his lips together but nodded.
“Mimic, you have a problem with that?”
“No, but I still want my name on her back.”
“We can figure that out later.” I turned to the rest of the room. “Anyone else have a problem with that?”
When no one spoke up, I hit the gavel on the table. I grinned at Banshee and ordered, “Banshee, go get your brother-in-law.”
He raised his hand and flipped me off as he stood and moved to the door. He held it open for Zeus and the Gods of Mayhem to enter.
“Mimic, do you want to bring Indie in or fill her in later?”
“I’ll fill her in.”
I knew he wouldn’t want to pull her away from Sam and Kytten. “Don’t mention the other thing. I want to talk to her myself.”
He nodded, and once the Gods of Mayhem had spread out around the room, we began.
“Banshee, what do you have?”
“Pepper ran his mouth, no surprise there. Found out why they moved up here.”
“Why?”
This had been the burning question. Each time I’d talked to Skinner, he’d never mentioned Aspen. He wasn’t here for her. And he didn’t know Indie was here until Sting attacked her at Gunner’s shop. So, we were flying blind.
Until now.
“Skinner’s got a backer. Someone with money. Someone who wants to control the Federation.”
“So, he’s a biker. That’s the only way to be a part of the Federation,” Zeus chimed in.
“How do the Death Dogs fit in?” Zombie asked.
Banshee looked up at the new president of the Arkansas Chapter and grinned. “He seems to think he’ll patch us over.”
“Fuck that,” Zombie spat.
“I told him King would never go for that.” Banshee turned back to me. “He said Steele was the man in charge and anyone who didn’t patch over was dead.”
Venom cackled out loud. My brothers muttered to themselves as I sat back and stroked my beard.
“Skinner won’t be too happy when he finds out Steele is dead,” Blade said with a smirk. “He’ll have to come up with a new plan.”
“Why us?” Ace asked.
