My phone rang, and when I looked at the screen, I groaned. Answering it, I put it up to my ear and barked, “What the fuck did you do now?”
“It’s not what I did.”
I stood up and closed my office door. I’d kind of been hiding in here since we’d finished church but left the door open hoping Grace would come find me.
I sat down at my desk and sighed. “What happened?”
“Karlyn shared her story with us. It’s fucking bad, King.”
“How bad?”
I’d heard a little about Karlyn, even before I knew Ravage was my brother and involved with her. Bikers rivaled church ladies when it came to fucking gossip.
I knew she’d been raped and beaten by the president of the Satan’s Angels, whose road name was also Steele. What a fucking coincidence they both turned out to be fucking assholes.
She’d gotten pregnant, and her daughter was being raised by her brother Ink, a brother in the Golden Skulls. I’d met Ink when Reaper was here a few weeks ago.
“Everything she went through; it happened over a number of years, starting when she was sixteen. And her mother not only let it happen, but she also facilitated it.”
“Jesus Christ.” I rubbed my hand over my face.
“There were four men from other clubs, in addition to Steele, the first time,” Nav said.
I sat forward and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Who?”
“Lynch.”
“What the fuck?! Did Steele know?”
“She didn’t mention our president, but I believe he did.”
“Well, she won’t have to worry about him; Lynch is dead,” I told him as I sat back in my chair.
“When?”
“Last night. Steele showed up a few hours after you all left.”
The line went quiet, and I knew what Nav was thinking. “Freeway?”
“He’s downstairs in a cell. He couldn’t have tipped him off. In fact, I’m sure of it, because he was already on his way here to meet with Skinner when I called him. Steele’s dead too. As is Demise.”
“Fuck, what the hell happened?”
I took a deep breath and let it out before I told Nav everything. I filled him in on Indie saving my life, and Jingles getting shot. Banshee losing his fucking mind, and Zombie taking over as interim president.
“I talked to Cash and Mimic. Neither of them likes the idea, but they both agreed. Also, I told the club I wanted to extend an invitation to Indie to join the club.”
“Prospect?”
“Yeah. We treat her the same as any other. Which reminds me, we need to patch Johnny in soon. He’s more than proven his worth. Archie and Keys, too.”
“I wish we could wait until this shit was over, so we could celebrate the right way, but you’re right. All three of them have proven themselves,” Nav agreed.
“I’ll get the ball rolling with Jack and Gunner,” I said.
Nav went quiet again, and I knew there was more. We’d gotten sidetracked when I told him about Steele.
I didn’t want to fucking know who, but I asked anyway. “Just fucking tell me who else was there.”
