“You’re married?” B asked, cutting off Omen, his voice filled with hurt.
“No, not anymore.”
“Asshole.” Romeo and Ace both coughed out the word behind their fists.
“I was declared dead,” I reminded them with a glare. “Morgan is a widow. We are no longer married.”
“But you’re not dead,” Scorpion said. He was another man I didn’t know well. He was Spider’s cousin, and I’d met him a few times when he was a teenager, but he’d joined the club after I left.
“My death was registered with the state. Our marriage was dissolved. That being said, her name on one of those files could mean she’s in danger. With Stone out there somewhere, I have to check on her. Make sure she’s okay.”
“Where is she?” Crater asked.
“Rosewood, Virginia.”
“That’s Sons of Hell territory,” Ambush said, as if I didn’t already know. “You gonna let them know you’re coming?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not sticking around. I just want to check on her for a few days, make sure there is no threat. Then I’ll be home.”
“Krypto or Venom goes with you,” Ambush ordered. When I shook my head again, he added, “Or I fucking go.”
“No,” I hissed. “I won’t be wearing my cut. I can’t blend in if one of you comes with me.”
“Chasm, you can’t just go off on your own,” B warned. “Not anymore.”
I closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I counted to ten.
“I’m going alone. If that means I take this patch off my chest, then so be it. I don’t want anyone to know I’m there. Especially Morgan.”
“You are a fucking asshole,” Smokey said, shaking his head at me.
I had no choice but to agree.
I ordered a coffee and a bear claw and sat at a table by the window so I could watch the street. I needed to get back, but I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I wasn’t ready to walk away from Morgan again.
Just as I lifted my coffee to take a sip, an angry voice barked, “Who the hell are you?”
Chapter Six
Chasm
I looked at the kid standing in front of my table. His sharp glare was intense. His arms were once again crossed over his chest as he scowled at me. The cut on his shoulders made me smile. I could almost picture a little boy about the same age, with dark hair and green eyes like his mother.
“What’s it to you?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
I took a quick glance around the coffee shop, wondering if anyone noticed this little boy on his own talking to a stranger. The last thing I needed was for someone to call the sheriff. Though from what Morgan told me, the sheriff was incompetent. I was more worried about the kid’s father.
“I saw you at the lake.”
“I saw you too. Was that your grandfather teaching you to fish?”
The kid snorted. “That was my dad, and I was teaching him.”
I held back my smile, but it wasn’t easy. The kid was arrogant and cocky; no wonder King had adopted him. He’d make a good club president one day.
Romeo had warned me about Cameron Montclair. He said the kid didn’t take shit from anyone, including King.
“Why were you at the lake?”
