I wait till she has turned the corner before I turn back to the death surrounding the club. There's been too much of it lately and I don’t know how much more it will take before the club can’t bounce back.
An hour passes and then another, brothers not wanting to leave. My phone rings and I don’t recognise the number.
I hit answer and turn my back on everyone.
“It didn’t have to be this way,” I hear from Hopper.
Rolling my lips together, my blood boils. All I want to do is shove my gun down his throat and unload the clip.
“Are you there or are you too emotional to speak?” he goes on, adding, “Doesn’t matter, you only need to listen. I offered you an out and you refused. Not only did ya refuse, you thought you could fill your daddy’s boots and come wipe me out in one night. It would’ve been impressive, only to get your hands on my house, you need to get yours in order.”
I fist my hand, hating what has gone down and what is yet to come.
“Tell me who it was, and it will give you more time to live, because I will kill you and I'm not even gonna threaten to do it slow, I'm just gonna riddle you with as many bullets as I can lay my hands on. It'll be quick and it’ll mean nothing.”
His laughter fills the line, and my grip tightens around the phone.
“Big words, Leo. Big words,” he boasts. “But they mean shit when you can’t even run your own club. This is a man’s world, boy.”
“We’ll see. This is far from over.”
“Oh I agree, we’re only getting started, baby.”
The call ends and I struggle to breathe. Closing my eyes, I get a hold of myself and focus on what needs to be done.
“Mase, Myles.”
They jog over, and I go to open my mouth when Myles says, “Yeah, we know, get rid of the bodies.”
Mason frowns. “I don’t know if Zach’s gonna let us.”
“Let me deal with him.”
Walking over, I kneel and place my hand on his shoulder. He drags his eyes away from his father’s body and pins them on me.
“You need to tell your mom.”
“Do you believe he’s with India?”
He's got to believe it, so I nod. “As much as he’ll hate being away from you, and your mom, he’s with your sister and he’s been waiting to see her for a long time.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he murmurs. “Mom ain’t gonna see it like that, it won’t bring her any comfort.”
I couldn’t give a shit about Kristen but still, he’s my brother and he feels differently about her.
“She’ll have you,” I urge. “I’ll drive you myself. Come on.”
I stand and help him up to his feet. I don’t give him a second to change his mind. Turning to my dad, I say, “I’m gonna take Zach to Kris’s, can you hold down the place until I get back?”
He lazily pulls his eyes my way. “There’s fuck all left to hold down.”
He looks back to the bodies and I sigh, as Zach tells me, “I’ll drive myself. You need to tell Rayna and be around for Harper.”
“Brother...”
“I’ll be fine. I'll take Shane’s truck in case anyone’s still around.”
“Call me if you need anything, I mean it, anything.”
