She’s not a bad looking chick, at least not until she opens her mouth and you get to see her true colors. It’s then that her pretty looks diminish and she becomes repellent. Her inner hatred ruins her outer beauty.
“Why did you track me down, Indiana?” I’m not in the right headspace to trade barbs with him.
He clears his throat before stating, “While I was talking with Rio, he let me know he has some insider information on why Slayer took off. He’s not in any danger, but we’re still going to go on a light lockdown.”
“That doesn’t sound like it’s nothing to be concerned about, brother,” I argue. “If it’s not dangerous like you’re suggesting, then what’s the reason for the light lockdown?”
“I need you to trust me, LoneStar. I know that’s not easy for you to do since I’m not giving you the facts you’re wanting, but know that I have the best interest of the club and the brothers at heart,” he contends.
“When things are hidden that’s when shit goes sideways, Indiana,” I press. “When we’re not in the know, things tend to blow up in our faces when we’re left unaware.”
“I get that, and I swear, when the time is right, you’ll know everything. Give me a chance to get everything lined up first, there are still things I’m trying to figure out. I can’t in good conscience give you half facts because that’ll leave you more confused than you are now.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it, but I’m not happy about it, I want that to be crystal clear,” I tell him, making my point known.
“I won’t keep you in suspense for long, LoneStar. I need to make a few more phone calls then I’ll be ready to share what I know,” he promises.
I shake my head, disappointed. It’s starting to feel like there are secrets and those are never a good thing to have between brothers. Especially when we hold each other’s lives in our hands. You need to have unwavering trust in each other when you’re at war, and that’s exactly what we are.
Indiana calls a church session and only so many of us have been invited to attend. “What’s up with the skeleton crew?” I ask him as I take a seat to the right of him.
“Because what we’re going to discuss is invasive and personal to Slayer,” he informs me. “It’s not something he would want everyone to know and I’m respecting that,” he relays.
I bark out laughter before telling him, “Yeah, some of the brothers gossip worse than hens in a barnyard. But if it’s personal, why are we being told?”
“I’m telling you select few men because you’re on the approved list Rip gave me,” he supplies. “Soon, you’ll understand.”
“Okay,” I respond, drawing the word out. “But are we on Slayer’s?”
“I wouldn’t be putting his personal life out there if you weren’t,” he informs me. “I wouldn’t break his trust otherwise.”
Now that, I believe. He may have his secrets, but Indiana is honorable if nothing else. “You’re finally gonna tell us what’s going on, huh?”
“Now that I’ve had my questions answered, yeah, I am,” he states.
When the table is full of the men he asked to join us, the room grows quiet and all eyes settle on him. “Spit it out, Indiana,” Icer gnarls. “I’ve got a wayward VP to track down and don’t have time for us to yap our jaws.”
“Good to know your vocabulary has expanded,” Indiana goads.
I jab him in the ribs with my elbow to get him to shut the hell up. It’s best not to poke the bear when he’s wound up.
“How many of you know about Slayer and his background? More specifically, his family?” Indiana asks. We all shake our heads in the negative because the way Slayer’s made it seem, he doesn’t have any family still living.
“There’s something that he’s held close because he didn’t want it to catch our enemies’ attention. He didn’t want it to becomea weakness that could be used against him. He has a brother, a blood brother with special needs. He’s had him stashed in a facility, under a disguised name. His sibling, Boston, has got the mentality of a twelve year old in a twenty three year old man’s body. Boston is an amazing kid, but he’s innocent and naive. But something happened at the joint that had Slayer flying out of here.”
“Without backup,” I sneer.
“Without backup,” Indiana reiterates. “Which tells me that whatever happened there, isn’t good. I want to tell you all about it because according to Rio, who’s the only one Slayer’s been in contact with, we’re going to have a new housemate. And when Boston gets here, I want us, the men in this room, to rally around our brother and his.”
“That goes without saying,” Icer booms out. “What is it about this situation that has you gathering only a few of us?”
“Because Boston has no filter and I may need y’all to step up and between him and a few of the brothers when he speaks what’s on his mind,” Indiana remarks. He goes on to give us a little more background on Boston, and by the time he’s done, I’m already feeling protective of our newfound little brother.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Britton
