Page 43 of Where We Promise

“Of course the Chaos Kings wouldn’t know what was going on, your club is nothing but fucking anarchy right now.”

I bristled at the implication, regardless of how true it was, and for the sake of my men who were seething behind me, I bit out a cold reply.

“Anarchy can still fuck you up and put a bullet in your head, so mind your mother fucking tongue.”

“Enough.” Killian broke into the fray, leaving his bike to stand next to it. Silas did the same, so I followed suit.

“This isn’t the Death Raiders fight,” I said straight away because I knew my men were thinking it.

Silas glared at me, his hair was slicked up and to the side. Fucker looked like a pretty boy you’d see on some classic magazine about motorcycles. He didn’t look like he fit into this life.

“A member of your club was found right outside of the perimeter of the Stone Riders property line a few days ago, which means they’re scouting.”

He’d already shared that little piece of information, it wasn’t new.

“Still don’t see how that involves the Death Raiders?” I glared at Silas then Killian.

Silas tilted his face the slightest bit, almost as if he was reconsidering what he was about to say.

“I was the one who showed up to ensure they no longer had the ability to spy.”

“And why exactly were you there?” I asked pointedly, not giving a single fuck as to what his play was here.

Killian stepped in and directed the attention back to the issue at hand.

“We need the help of the Death Raiders to lure Jefferson and Luke out. I want to send a message to them, and to do that we need to work together. Silas has more patrols running right now than any of our clubs do. If he sees anything, he’ll report it.”

I had a feeling that meant Silas was going to be around the Stone Riders property more often. I directed my question back to Killian. “What else does that give him license to do?”

I didn’t miss the smirk ghosting across Silas’s mouth before his cold voice cut through the air.

“It gives me license to do whatever I think needs to be done.”

I cut a quick glance to Wes, then Killian. “So that means he might be showing up on Stone Rider property?”

Killian’s jaw clenched before his eyes found the ground. Just as I thought. I had heard of how Silas had used Killian’s old lady, Laura, as a means to send a message to Killian. Presumably after I had met with Natty. My hour-long coffee date with the blonde apparently threw the leader into such a fucking tantrum, he held Laura at gun point. It was still rather fresh from what I understood. Regardless of the man’s intentions, something told me Laura wouldn’t like seeing Silas around.

Just as I suspected, Silas glanced briefly at Killian who was already shaking his head.

“If he’s out of sight…but he won’t ever be anywhere that will cause alarm or fear for other members.”

Good. I didn’t want him near Penelope either.

“I had another reason for why I came tonight,” Silas muttered solemnly, staring at his boots. In the dark I couldn’t see them, but I noticed how he kicked at the solid dirt around the bike. The cold had nearly frozen everything.

We all waited, our breaths frosting the air.

“Found out Jefferson took a meeting with someone recently.”

Killian’s brows furrowed before he glanced at Wes, then back at Silas. I checked Giles’s expression and saw him looking at both men as well. It angered me that he was acting vice president and yet it was Wes who was consistently next to Killian.

“You get a name?”

“Yeah.” Silas scratched his neck. “Your pops ever talk about a man named Fable?”

Killian seemed to freeze in place, with his eyes blown wide. There were a few muttered curses from the Stone Riders’ old timers, along with one of my own.

My eyes bounced between his and Silas, until finally Killian let out a small huff of air.

---