I growl, my fingers digging into her soft flesh where I’m holding on to her. Just one word in that sweet tone and my dick’s ready for anything she wants to give it.
“I’ll find you after church,” I say, making another promise I intend to keep.
Her clear blue eyes meet mine. She bites her lip before nodding. “Okay.”
“Stray,” I call out as I walk to where my brothers are waiting.
“What’s up, Havoc?” the nomad calls from the bar, his beer frozen halfway to his mouth.
“Join us,” I say simply, holding the heavy carved door open.
The beer bottle hits the bartop with a loud clank as Stray sets it down without hesitation. He’s a good man, has joined us on quite a few runs in the past. I’m surprised he’s still nomad after getting hitched to his old lady. Can’t be easy for her going from clubhouse to clubhouse, always a guest.
At the table, I meet each of my brothers’ eyes.
“They went after my old lady,” I say grimly. Tank growls, Gunner slams his fist down, and Viper grumbles about killing every Forsaken in the state. “But I’m not convinced Bishop knew about it.”
“What?” Trig asks, looking at me like I’m joking. “Why the fuck would they make a move like that without their president knowing?”
I run my hand over my chin, making my stubble rustle in the sudden silence. Everyone’s waiting for me to explain.
“When I asked them about Vike today, Bishop damn near flinched with surprise. They said it’s ancient history.”
Viper cuts in. “But, Prez, Sasha said the guy who grabbed her had an FK tattoo with a crown. Unless it was a fake tat?”
I slowly shake my head. “I don’t think it was fake.”
“So what you’re saying,” Diesel begins, tone cautious, “is that Bishop has a mutiny on his hands.”
“Maybe,” I ponder. “Switchback had a thing for Savannah, didn’t he?” I look at Diesel, Tank, Bone, Preach, Riot, and Trig—members who had hair on their balls when everything went down.
“Prez…” Bone rumbles. “You think Switchback got an entire MC killing and abducting people just because he lost out on some pussy years ago?”
Bullet nods, agreeing with Bone. “There has to be more to it.”
“It was Vike’s bullet that killed Grim,” Tank reminds us, his voice even.
“Think they revived the grudge?” Ryder asks.
I close my eyes, pondering.
Yeah, Viking shot and killed the Forsaken Kings’ former President during a turf dispute two dozen years ago. But after a car bomb meant for Vike got Savannah instead, they buried the hatchet. Vike couldn’t deal, gave me the gavel, and focused on keeping Sasha safe while performing limited club duties as a nomad. And now we’re here… Viking’s dead, and his daughter is my responsibility. I owe it to both of them to get to the bottom of this.
“Bishop’s open to a sit-down,” I tell the club.
“Seriously?” Viper asks, leaning forward. “Doubt he’d be offering to chat if he was planning on taking your old lady.”
I grunt. “Exactly.”
“So let’s make that happen,” Riot says.
I stare down my sergeant-at-arms. “Yeah. But no SAAs.”
“What?” he snarls. “I’m at your back, man. Always.”
“I can’t fucking demand he leave Switchback behind if I bring you,” I explain. “It’s gotta be Prez to Prez.”
“I don’t like it,” Ace mutters. “Then at least bring Ryder and me.”
