“He didn't talk much.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty private,” he replied. “We used to always try and get him to open up more but we figured he had a shit life and didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Do you trust him?” I asked, suddenly very nervous.
“What’s with the fifty questions?” he asked. “Did he try…something with you?”
There was a shift in his demeanour, a subtle one, but a menacing one all the same.
“What? No…” I felt a smile lift on my face. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Of course not, but his job was to sit here and protect not hit on you.”
I could see the anger rising on his face. “You can relax, Kendrick, he didn’t hit on me.”
He visibly relaxed. “So, why all the questions suddenly?”
“I just…recognise him,” I told him, and for the first time since he came back, I felt scared of what was going to come next.
“How?”
“Kendrick, he knows my brothers. I’ve seen him at the Destructive Sons clubhouse, and I’ve seen him drinking with my father. I think he was working for them.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
Rebel frowned, thinking it over, possibly trying to figure out where I could be right. I loved that he wasn’t just shutting me down like my father did. He actually listened to me.
“How can you be so sure it was him?”
“Didn’t you say a few days ago that someone was leaking information? That you had someone attackyou and there was no sign of who did it almost like a ghost? Maybe you have someone working from the inside against you. My father didn’t just play games, he played the long game. He could have inserted Josh into the Ghost Rebels years ago.”
“How sure are you?” he asked me, his eyes wide with panic.
“Kendrick, I wouldn’t cause shit for nothing. I think you have a mole and if you do, he’s it.”
Rebel
Blaze had fled by the time I’d called the boys to tell them what Darby had confessed. No one had been able to find him. He must have known she would be able to identify his lying ass after he’d been put on her detail. How he’d gone undetected all these years, I had no idea, but his personality, how shut off he was, it all made sense now. He was lying in wait…
The fucker. I was furious that we’d allowed him in, that I had allowed him to watch Darby when he could have done something to her, handed her over to Riagan even. Fuck!
It made my blood boil.
It had taken three days to track the fucker down. The fact that Wolf had no idea was surprising but he’d never noticed him at the clubhouse before. Wehad decided that it was best to keep Wolf out of our club dealings for the time being. He was an Outlaw, through and through, not loyal to anyone, even if we thought he was to us. He might be…but not recognising Riagan and now with Blaze…shit was just fucking weird. Once we caught up to Blaze, it had been on game on. I looked over at the mole chained up in the shed. All of us stood around him, furious.
He had been our family. Which is why it made his betrayal all the more painful.
“Did you kill Razor?” Chains asked him. I could see he was struggling to keep it together. He needed this resolved. We all did.
“Yes,” he said with a sneer. “He was easy. He’d been locked up for so long, he didn’t know not to suspect why one of the others were meant to get him. He just got in my car. Even when I took him to that bar, he didn’t question it, he had my back.”
Chains’ head looked ready to explode. “Why?”
“I was told to make a play on one of you. He was the easiest to target without making anyone else suspicious.”
Chains gripped his weapon tightly in his hand, raising it up and whipping the chain links across Blazes’ abdomen. He let out a cry of pain, his legs almost failing him. Chains did it again and again,until Blaze’s abdomen was red and bloody. We all each took a hit of him with our weapons of choice. He was bleeding, swollen and barely being held up by the chains by the time my turn came around.
