Bridge shot Sig a sidelong glance.“Sig, this is not the time to get cagey.”
“No.I told her not to go to the cops.”
Volt turned his attention to Bridge.“Does your club have an issue with us about Boyd and Campbell?”
“Yeah, we do,” Sig blurted.
Bridge closed his eyes for a beat then shot side-eye at Sig before focusing on Volt.“No.We don’t.”He turned to Sig.“You got that, brother?They went off half-cocked and didn’t even tell you or any club officer what the fuck they were doing.”
Sig’s brown eyes widened.“My nephews deserve—”
“Your nephews got what they deserved,” Volt said.“That’s harsh, but you know damn well if someone took you and your woman against your will, you’d end them in order to get free.That’s what Nickel did.”
Sig stayed silent.
“You convince your president to push this, it’s not going to go well.”
“Empty threats,” Sig said.
“Shut it, Sig,” Bridge said.
Sig turned to Bridge.“What?They’re totally empty.”
Bridge gave a beleaguered sigh.“There were three Devil Lancers at our hotel, and two different Devil Lancers followed me to the gas station before I got here.You can’t be that obtuse.”
If he came from the same gene pool as Campbell, there was every chance he was just that obtuse, but I kept that to myself.
“They weren’t real Devil Lancers,” Sig muttered.
Bridge jerked his head toward Volt.“His daughter married the president of the mother chapter.Our Augusta chapter fucked with them, and our brothers paid the price.I’m not putting the rest of our chapter through anything like that.Open your fuckin’ eyes.”
Sig stared at Volt, then shifted his gaze to Lark.
“Your issues with your woman are yours, Sig.I cut her loose months ago,” Lark said.
“Are you cool with the Riot MC?”Bridge asked.
Sig closed his eyes for a moment and let out a sigh.He opened his eyes and looked to Bridge.“Yeah.I’m cool.”
“You mean it?”Bridge asked.
“Mean it,” Sig said.
Bridge turned back to Volt.“I’ll have Sig introduce me to Rusty.I’ll make sure he backs off.None of this shit should have happened.Will that make us square?”
“Tell me if Rusty refuses to see logic.He comes around any of the brothers, he’s going to feel their wrath.”
“Understood,” Bridge said.
Bridge and Sig stood.Volt took to his feet, and Lark and I followed suit.Bridge shook hands with Volt, and the two men left.
Lark crossed to the door and shut it.He turned around.“I don’t trust that bastard.”
Volt tugged at his goatee.“I don’t either, but I’m gonna follow up with Bridge later.In the meantime, I’ve got someone looking into Sig and his sister.If she’s really going to bury her sons, then those bodies have to be at a funeral home or something.”
“You really think Rusty won’t be a loose cannon out there?”I asked.
Volt quirked his lips to the side with skepticism.“I can only take another club president at their word, but he and Sig know we aren’t going easy any longer.”
