“Well, alright, then.” I chuckled.
Shine shrugged. “I was sick of his fucking yelling.”
Then he zapped Ragnar and Pike.
“See,” Dollar said, eyeing me.
I smirked. “He gets it honest.”
Dollar rolled his eyes. He’d warned me his brother could go from cool as a cucumber to no-nonsense killer in the blink of an eye.
“Well…” I glanced around the table, making eye contact with every man still conscious. I needed them to pay attention. Their lives literally depended on it. “I know the last thing you want to do is snitch on your brothers, but their time of fucking over this club and its reputation is done.”
“Thank fuck.”
My eyes landed on the man who’d said those words, then dropped to the patch on his cut.
Tyson.
I gave him a slight nod before looking back at the room.
“If any of you have a problem with the new leadership,” I said, “there’s the door.”
I let the silence stretch for a long beat, giving them time to decide what they wanted to do.
When nobody got up, I clapped my hands together.
“Okay then,” I continued. “Let’s get rid of these motherfuckers.”
“Keep digging,”Danger barked.
So it turned out when Ghost said he wanted Moody at the bottom of a deep fucking hole, he meant it.
Which was how I found myself standing in the middle of the desert with my arms crossed over my chest, watching as Moody, Pike, Slate, and Ragnar dug their own graves in the scorching California sun.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Jekyll snapped, gun trained on Moody and Pike.
Back at the clubhouse, Shine and Dollar were digging through everyone’s phones, computers, and anything else with an internet connection. Moody had gotten in bed with the cartel and we needed to know exactly how deep.
I had a feeling the answer was real fucking dirty.
Moody slammed his shovel into the dirt and looked up at me, sweat pouring down his face. “Come on, man. You can’t do this.”
I stared at him.
He swallowed hard and tried again. “We can work this out.”
Pike tossed his shovel aside for a second and put his tied hands up as much as he could. “Please, brother. Please. We were gonna fix it.”
“Brother?” Dash let out a cold laugh. “You stopped being a brother the second you got involved with the cartel.”
Slate started crying.
Actually fucking crying.
Ragnar just shook his head over and over. “We were following orders. Moody told us what to do.”
Moody whipped around. “Shut the fuck up!”
