“Strangers on a fucking Train.”
“The Hitchcock film?”
“Yeah, remember Morgan made us watch it?”
“Yeah, but what does that have to... Fucking hell!” King shouted.
“We have no way of knowing who is going after which club?”
“That’s why Zephyr came after Morgan, because he doesn’t have a connection to her.”
Morgan was pregnant. We’d learned from Crispin Sinclair that Sylvia St. James was after the kids. We assumed she wantedthe little ones, and maybe she did. But Morgan was pregnant. So was Grace.
They were both carrying a child from a biker. And Morgan was an O’Malley. She was also carrying a Peterson. My father had worked with theSociety; he supplied them with women and children.
“I’ll let the others know.” King hung up, and I stared at the phone.
This war would be never-ending unless we took out the heads of the snake. Every fucking one of them.
“So now what?” B asked.
I looked up at my men and grinned. “Now we find that fucker and take him out. Along with every fucking Angel Satan thinks he has on his side.
When church was over, I went upstairs to check on Sully and Morgan. Brian leaned against the wall looking down the hallway. When he noticed me, he stood straight and took a step into the middle of the hallway.
“Easy, kid. You’ve been through hell today; you should be resting. I’ll have one of the other prospects come up.”
“I’m fine, Prez.”
I studied him as he looked down the hall, wondering what was bothering him. “Something I need to know?”
“No, Prez.”
“Brian,” I said, walking over and standing in front of him. “Tell me.”
He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “There’s nothing to tell Prez, I just...” He shook his head, denying whatever was onhis mind. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down, knowing he would break.
“It’s just... I don’t trust the other prospects, Prez. Not with this.”
I nodded. “I’ll have a brother relieve you.”
“I’m fine, Prez,” he insisted.
“My old lady will have my head if she knows you’re out here about to keel over.” I pulled out my phone and sent B a text to have a patched brother come up and watch over Sully’s door. Then I knocked on her door and waited for her to let me in.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Scared,” she answered honestly.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“They yelled, ‘Give us the girl.’” She looked up at me, and her eyes filled with tears. “They were after me, weren’t they? That’s why Stephen came to get me? Why we’ve been running and hiding for months?”
I closed my eyes and reached for her hand. The truth hit me like a freight train. There was no way to deny that we had a mole. Someone in this clubhouse had told Zephyr that Sully was here. And told him that she and Morgan would be out today.
“I think they were after both of you.”
“Why?”
