Page 30 of Grim Justice

I didn’t believe for a second that Zane would betray the club. But his friend? Didn’t trust him at all. Hell, I didn’t know the kid.

Zane entered through the chapel as Wraith shut the door. He turned to his father, blinked, then glanced at me. “Pres?”

“I need you to look at something.”

Zane nodded.

“Show him, Xenon.”

The video feed from last night played. When Xenon paused on Sid’s face as he stabbed the knife through my fucking bike seat, Zane paled.

“Shit.” He swallowed. Hard. “Dad, I don’t know what this is about. I fucking swear.” He took a couple of steps in my direction. “I would never betray the club.”

“I believe you, but your friend isn’t loyal to us. He’s not a Royal Bastard or a prospect.”

“He’s not a bad guy. There’s just some shit going on at home,” Zane began, then stopped. “No excuses. What do you want me to do?”

“Ask him to meet you. Tell him you need to talk or whatever the fuck you have to say to convince him to show up.”

“Okay, pres.” Zane pulled his phone from the front pocket of his jeans and sent off a few texts.

It didn’t take long to receive a reply.

“He can meet me in an hour.”

“Rael, Wraith, and Shadow go with Zane. Bring back Sid.”

“If he tries to run?”

“Use force,” I growled. “He knows the identity of the guy scaring Trish and going after my son. I don’t care how he arrives. Get him here.”

“I’ll make sure he’s with us,” Wraith promised.

“I’m holding you to it.”

After I dismissed church, I needed to clear my head. My Reaper wanted to unleash a bloody hunting spree across the city, and I had cut him off, refusing to allow his dark thoughts to consume me.

I went upstairs, anxious to check on Trish and Creed.

“Hey,” I greeted her as I entered the living room, dropping beside her on the couch.

“Hi,” Trish replied before lowering her head to rest her cheek on my shoulder.

I slid an arm around her and tugged her closer into my body.

Creed played on the floor in front of us, zooming his Tonka vehicles and the plastic motorcycle I bought him for his lastbirthday across the rug. It was one of those designs with roads, streetlights, stop signs, and even a few buildings and trees. Creed loved it.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, little man.”

Creed giggled. “Grrrr.”

“I still don’t know why he does that.”

“Me either,” I confessed, “but it’s adorable.”

“Grrrr. Ghrowl. GG.” Creed pointed at me. “GG, Daddy.”

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