Page 44 of Where We Promise

“A different kind of devil, one that doesn’t reap souls, but destroys them…” Killian muttered, almost to himself, while staring at the ground.

Shit, I knew that tale…I knew about the man they said had been named after fear, by his own parents…but his name was in a different language, so here in the states, he had adopted a nickname.

Fable.

Silas looked resigned, his jaw tensed, but his expression was distant, as if he didn’t want to be present for this conversation.

“Yes…that’s him. His real name is Timothy…or as his biblical name states, Timor...”

Kilian’s eyes narrowed.

“You seem to know a lot about him.”

Silas dropped his hands, as if he’d been defeated. “I’ve only met him a few times, but my mother ensured I knew everything about my father, seeing as one day it’ll be me that puts a bullet in his brain.”

My men whispered to one another behind me. I saw the Stone Riders talk as well, but the Death Raiders were silent, still and stoic.

Silas stepped back, his fists clenched tight before he responded to Killian. “Our fathers were friends long ago and I suspect remained as such. Jefferson has found where my father had slunk off to and brought him back to Virginia. Jefferson was worrisome on his own, but the two of them together…” He shook his head, looking overwhelmed. “They have even older loyalties to tap into…dead and buried allegiances we assumed would never resurface.”

“Fuck,” Wes muttered with a harsh rasp.

Killian’s expression seemed to display the same sentiment.

“I heard he led his own club…Destroyers or something like that?” Giles offered from his spot, his arms crossed and chin gesturing up toward the group.

Silas glared but didn’t reply. But he needed to, because if his dad was leading a club, and Jefferson was in control of the Chaos Kings that had defected…then fuck. We were in trouble.

“We need to try and pull Luke out, see if we can use him to lure the other two somewhere,” Silas suddenly suggested, his eyes flew to me with a lift of his chin. “Your woman, Penelope, she’s carrying his kid, right?”

My fists opened and closed, desperate to break his jaw. I fucking hated hearing her name on his lips.

“We’re not using her.”

“If it’s to draw him out then we have to consi—” Silas started, but I cut him off.

“Would you? If it was her…would you?” He knew who I was talking about. Out of respect, I wouldn’t say Natty’s name in front of all these members, but he knew. So did Killian and Wes.

Silas narrowed his lethal gaze on me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead where I stood.

The silence grew, so I added quietly, “You aren’t the only one with people to protect. She isn’t a pawn.”

“We can draw him out with you, Jameson. Luke was your second in command—if things are going poorly with Jefferson, perhaps he’ll want to reconcile with you,” Killian suggested and it eased the tension in my chest.

“Fine. I’ll connect with the members who still have ties to the ones who stayed behind and see if I can start a rumor that I’ve been wanting to get back in touch with him.”

Silas gave a slight nod before turning back to his bike.

Killian glanced at me, then Wes. “We doing anything about Fable coming into the picture?”

Silas straddled his bike. “Watch your loved ones…pull ‘em close, speaking of…” He glanced at his phone briskly, then his watch, which was a smart watch of some variation. “We need to go.”

My brows tucked in as I swung my focus to Kilian, Wes and then Silas. “Why?”

“Two members of Sons of Speed have driven past The Hollow in the past half hour.”

The fuck were Sons of Speed doing here in Rose Ridge?

“What’s the Hollow?” I flicked another nervous look to Killian.

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