“Tell me more about the lake,” I said, trying to lighten the now heavy mood. “Can I go fishing?”
Morgan laughed. “Have you ever fished a day in your life?”
“There’s a first time for everything, babe.”
I still hadn’t been fishing, but as I looked across to the other side of the lake, I saw a big man standing with a little boy. Callum Montclair, known as King, was fishing with his son. Word spread quickly when King adopted Cameron Hobbs, the son of his army buddy.
King was busy trying to talk to Cameron, but the kid was staring at me. He crossed his arms over his chest, as if he thought it would intimidate me, and I smiled, a small chuckle slipping between my lips.
As soon as King noticed Cameron’s stance, he looked up and I disappeared. I didn’t need the club knowing I was here. I wasn’t looking to make waves; I just wanted to watch over my wife and make sure she was safe.
Opening the door to the coffee shop in town, I stepped up to the counter. I’d been here a week and needed to get back. Zombie was handling the club. He moaned and groaned each time I spoke with him, begging me to come back.
They all knew why I was here.
A week ago...
I sat in the president’s chair in church, still unsure I deserved to sit here, and waited while the men filed in.
“Church already, Chasm?” Smokey grumbled. The old bastard was almost sixty now, but he’d never retire. He kept in shape and was one of the few men I trusted completely.
“Sorry, Smoke, duty calls.” I smiled at his grumbling.
“What’s going on?” Eagle asked.
I didn’t know Eagle. He and his brothers joined the club after I’d left. B said they were solid, but I was wary of them.
Eagle sat down, his brothers Falcon and Hawk on either side of him. They were triplets. At least that’s what they told everyone; except they looked nothing alike.
Eagle was six foot tall and lean. His dark blond hair hung loose to his wide shoulders. Falcon was at least four inches taller than Eagle and had black hair shaved short on the sides and long and messy on the top. Then there was Hawk.
Hawk was African American. He stood somewhere between Eagle and Falcon in height, but he shaved his head every day.
I didn’t answer Eagle’s question, choosing to keep my mouth shut until everyone was seated. I looked around the table and sighed.
“There is one more confession I need to make.”
I looked over at Romeo and immediately wanted to smack the shit-eating grin off his face. I wouldn’t, though; I’d learned my lesson the hard way. Romeo might be the fun-loving Cajun but piss him off and you’d see just how un-fun he could be.
“Jesus Christ, Chasm.”
I ignored Smokey and stood. I tossed the empty file folders I found on the table.
“I was going through the office and found these files. Whatever was in them is gone, but each file has the name of a woman on it. One of them is Kaitlyn Ward. Angel’s daughter.”
The men cursed and grumbled; I watched them all, except the men from Nebraska who had ridden down here with me. Romeo, Ace, and Big Ben were originally part of the club here. Shotgun and Archie were new to the Silver Shadows, but despite my strained relationship with King, having him vouch for them meant I could trust them both.
“So what’s your confession?” Venom asked, staring at the name on one of the files.
“His wife’s name is also on one of those files.”
My gaze cut to Omen. “You fucking know?” I growled.
Omen leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Of course I fucking know. I’ve done regular checks on every member of this club since I joined. Especially the ones who die mysteriously.”
“Did you tell Steele?” I asked, my voice getting lower and angrier. Omen was one brother I thought I could trust.
“Fuck you, Chasm,” he snapped back. “No, I didn’t fucking tell Steele. There’s a lot of shit I know that I never told that motherfucker.”
