But the look on the faces of the two men in this room, two men who each loved her and had children with her, said that maybe O’Malley would forget why he hated me so fucking much. When his eyes looked in my direction and I saw the sneer on his face, I realized nothing would make him forget that shit.
“You gonna survive this, Prez?” B asked at my side.
“I guess we’ll see.” I watched as Blade hugged the brothers he knew from when he was here before. I didn’t know him well; he’d just been patched in when the explosion happened and took my life away from me. “You get the rooms ready?”
“Yeah, I’ll have Nathan show them all where they’re staying.”
“No, have Brian do it.”
B was quiet. “He’s the only prospect you’ve gotten to know.”
“Yeah, so?” I asked as I looked at him.
“I’m just wondering why.”
“Because I know he’ll make it. The others are up in the air, but Brian wants this for the right reasons. He wants a family. A place to belong. There’s no better reason to join a club than that.”
I should know because that wasn’t why I joined the club. I joined because I was ordered to. Ordered to infiltrate the Silver Shadows and learn what I could.
And there wasn’t much to learn, not while Titan was president. The Silver Shadows were an outlaw club. A 1% club who lived by their own rules, but they weren’t fucking dirty.
Not until Steele took over.
That was when my job began. That was when I started doing what I was sent there to do. The Biker Federation was working behind the scenes to clean up the overall image of MCs. My job was to find the men who were a threat to the Federation and quietly take them out.
I fucking failed.
“Chasm.”
“King.”
He stared me down, and I held out my hand. I had to take the first step, for Morgan. For my kid. For my club. They needed to see a united club, so when he shook my hand, I pulled him in for a hug.
He slapped me on the back and held tight for a moment.
For those few brief seconds, nothing had changed. There was no betrayal on either side. No woman between us. Just two best friends, two brothers, who had lost seven fucking years.
It was Thanksgiving after all. A time to give thanks for everything you had. And I was fucking thankful for my club. But I was thankful he was here. I wouldn’t fucking tell him that, but I was.
I needed to come clean with him.
I needed to tell him everything. About James, the Federation, all of it. But I needed backup. And when the front door opened, I sighed. Because my fucking backup had finally arrived.
My brother moved through the room with authority. He stopped to say hello to Popeye and Snoopy, his club brothers. Then he made his way to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re here,” I whispered.
Justin chuckled and leaned back. “I’ve always got your back.”
“King.” Justin held out his hand, and King took it.
“Shame.”
“Okay, everyone. My old lady wants this room set up before the night is over.” King raised a brow at me, and I ignored him. “She doesn’t want to be stressed out tomorrow, making sure we have everything we need. So get the tables and chairs set up. Brothers, show these degenerates where everything is.”
“You have anything?” I asked my brother.
“Yeah, let’s move into church.”
