Page 113 of Where We Ended

I dug my nail into my jeans and tried to withhold the rage simmering under my skin. Still took practice not to react first; those dark things woven within me still had wings, ready to take flight.

“Why would I have to tell you that?”

Wes scoffed and sat forward. “Forgive us for assuming you were one of our allies.”

It really was a stupid assumption. This club lived by a code that made them soft as fuck.

“Because it was our guys who had to go and clean up the two dead bodies left behind.”

I narrowed my gaze on Killian and flicked an annoyed glance at Wes.

“Why the fuck were you called at all?”

Jameson was leaning back but sat forward to address me. “Because Natty called my cousin to have someone from the original defectors found, gagged and interrogated by Alec Veda.”

Still fucking hated that she’d done that, but I didn’t blame her. I knew she wasn’t able to get through to me at the time and she was desperate to find Fable.

“I called Matt, from Sons of Speed, and told him to come.”

“We got there first and cleaned the scene, which meant we delivered a body to Sons of Speed, and now they think Stone Riders killed him.” Killian’s tone turned icy.

Well, that was a problem wasn’t it?

“How the fuck is that my problem then? You should have left it.”

Wes sat forward, glancing at Killian. “It was Giles’s territory, and that mill is located near product he can’t have the police know about. Searching the area was out of the question. So we showed up to help him. Not you, or Sons of Speed. So, yes you will still fix this. Who’s taking over for you?”

“Lance Hurst.”

Killian muttered a curse.

“He hates Killian,” Wes said distractedly.

Killian stood and pushed the chair. “So we gained an enemy by you stepping down, and now Sons of Speed thinks we killed their president?”

“It’s not really my concern what happens to your club. I can make a call and fix it with Sons of Speed, but I’m out.”

“No, you’ll fix all of it by swearing to ride with us under our patch if we need you.”

Wes tossed a leather cut on the table.

“You fucking serious?” I glared at all three men. Jameson was smirking, covering his mouth as if he was smothering a laugh.

Killian slid the cut closer. “We’re dead serious. You won’t even be an official member. You don’t have to come to meetings or church. But if we need you to ride with us for any reason, you’ll be there.”

I glared up at him, then reached for the leather and stopped when I realized what it was.

“The actual fuck.”

I stood, holding up the cut.

The Stone Riders name and acronym was on the front but on the back…

Property of Caelum

“You gave me a property patch?”

Jameson burst out laughing; Wes chuckled too and even Killian smirked.

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