“A few more days. I need you to send Krypto and Ambush to Rosewood.”
“Everything okay?”
“Hit a few snags.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Nah, just take care of shit there. Any problems?”
“No. Threw a couple of parties and got a few women to sign on and found three prospective prospects.”
“Can you send me their information to look over?”
“Sure can. The guys can tell you more about each one when they get there.”
“Thanks, B.”
The line was silent for a moment before B asked, “How’s things with your wife?”
“Not great. Turns out my wife is King’s sister.”
“Fuck off, really? Does King know?”
“He does now.” I stood up and threw some money on the table. Once outside, I climbed on the bike and sat there for a few minutes. “He’s on his way to Rosewood.”
“Which is why you need Ambush and Krypto,” he surmised. “I’ll get them on the road in the next twenty minutes.”
“Thanks, brother. Tell them to meet me at the Rosewood Ski Lodge.”
“Take care, Chasm.”
He disconnected the phone, and I closed my eyes. I should have stayed fucking dead. Life was simpler as a ghost. It might have been lonely, but I lived in the delusion that my wife hadn’t moved on. Hadn’t tried to replace me in her life.
I returned the bike to the dealership, and even considered purchasing it. But I’d have to buy a trailer as well. I wasn’t staying in Virginia. As soon as I talked to King, knowing he was on his way here, I’d go back to Arkansas.
Move on with my life.
Let my wife go.
It was the only option now. Too much time had passed. Too much shit had gone down. Too many secrets had come between us.
We’d lost what we had.
Though maybe we never really had it to begin with.
Chapter Fourteen
Morgan
As soon as he stormed out of the clubhouse, I knew it was over. He had left me again. Only this time he wouldn’t be coming back.
“Morgan, this wasn’t your fault.”
I turned to the president of the Sons of Hell, a man I had looked up to all my life.
“I should have told him,” I whispered, turning back to look at the door.
“Morgan!” Henley rushed over and pulled me into her arms. “I’m so sorry.”
