“I can’t be loyal. Never been one for monogamy.”
“I thought I was the same, brother, but Rowan was different. I know I'll never be with another woman again, never even tempted. Frankie could be that for you.”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s better off.”
“And if she dates another biker?”
Chaos looked up at me, his eye already looking red, and blue at the same time. It had to hurt. “Not in this clubhouse, ya hear me?”
Chaos didn’t ask for anything. He never asked me to make something creed like this. Ever. He’d ride into war at my side if I asked him to. Hell, I wouldn’t even need to ask. He’d just be there.
I nodded. “Done.”
He stood, making his way to the door, gingerly. “You let her call you Cruz.”
Chaos froze, his hand on the door handle. “I am Cruz to her.”
“Brother…”
“Creed, Prez. That’s all I’m asking.”
I nodded. “Put some ice on that fucking eye, yeah?”
He left Chapel without another word, just showing the tatters of his soul in his wake.
Well…fuck.
Trey was chatting to some of the fighters before the big match in the ring tonight. I’d been watching from afar, praying…hoping he would show who this silent partner was. Maybe he didn’t know. Trojan hadn’t uncovered a damn thing, not even who had paid for Trey to take over. That shit was pissing me off.
Trojan didn’t fail.
It was eating him alive as well.
“You Reaper?” a thick Irish accented voice asked from beside me. I turned to look at the man. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I didn’t think I’d met him before.
“Yeah, who’s askin’?”
“Name’s Wolf,” he said. “I’m looking for my brother. They said he was Prez of the Shackled Sons, but I got here, and you’re name popped up as Prez.”
“What’s your brother’s name?”
I saw the tattoo on his wrist, the tattoo of the Outlaws. Hmm. They were predominantly working in the UK and US, and somewhere in Europe. We didn’t have any here in Australia.
“Shamus Kerrigan,” he said.
“Ah.” Fuck. “Mate, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Shamus was killed in a shoot out a month ago. He was Prez for the Brisbane chapter. He was a good man, I liked him a lot. Never knew he had any family.”
Wolf hung his head. “Yeah, we were estranged. Fuck. Thanks, man.”
“You’re Outlaw, yeah?” I motioned to his wrist.
“I was,” he said. “They don’t take kindly to picking sides in a turf war.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard as such. They after you?”
“Not them. They won’t come here.”
“But someone is after you?”
