Page 76 of Fighting a Riot

“Ain’t that clear? He thinks Yak is lying,” Major said.

Prime turned his head toward Major. “Why do you believe him?”

Major leaned toward Prime, who sat on the other side of Razor. “Because he’s my brother.”

Prime sat straighter in his seat, his chest puffing out. “But he can accuse Tundra of being behind this shit?”

Tundra stood against the wall behind Prime. “I told you, it’s cool. He apologized and I understand where he was coming from. Too many of those attacks felt off. Like someone knew how we operate. I get where Yak’s comin’ from.”

“You think one of us is actually in on this shit?” Prime demanded, twisting in his seat to look at Tundra.

Even though Yak couldn’t see Prime’s facial expression, he saw Tundra’s eyes widen with surprise.

“Damn sure think it’s possible.”

Volt cleared his throat. “Prime, if we got a rogue brother, that is a serious accusation because it’s an even more serious problem. I won’t ignore the gut instincts of any brother, and Yak’s gut says this is an inside issue.” Volt raised his brows at Yak. “Did you check on those last two employees?”

Yak nodded. “Yeah. They check out clean, and I had the IT firm double check for me.”

“When did we get an IT firm?” Prime asked.

Vamp ran his hand over his bald head. “Jesus, when did Prime start runnin’ our meetings?”

“I ought to fine both your asses, but you’re right, Vamp. Prime, keep your mouth shut until the floor is open.”

Cal caught Volt’s gaze. “Do you think we should remind our brothers of the consequences of betraying the Riot?”

Volt’s head turned an inch, as a remorseful look crossed his face. “Yeah, you’re right, we should. Fuckin’ hate this shit, but we find out who’s done the brotherhood wrong, we strip your patch. Physically.”

Blood rubbed his hands together twice. “That includes tats.” He glanced at Volt. “We haven’t done this in a long time. You gonna open it up to more than just knives?”

Volt kept quiet and deliberated.

Patch muttered, “He should. Threats to women don’t stand around here, no matter what those ladies do for a living.”

Volt nodded. “Right. Any method for stripping a tat is fair game as far as I’m concerned. So, if one of you is working with Ghost or any of the Devil Lancers this is your only chance to get out.”

Prime fidgeted in his seat.

Volt dipped his chin. “Floor’s open, Prime.”

“How do we know it isn’t Yak?”

That felt like a direct gut-punch and Yak fought to keep a stoic expression.

“How do we know it isn’t you?” Volt asked.

Prime’s face paled. “What? Me? I just earned my patch, no way I’m gonna jeopardize that. Hell, I just learned how shit works at Platinum’s. But Yak and Turk know all the shit that goes down there.”

“Because they’re the managers,” Cal grumbled.

“Yeah, what better way to hide a double-cross,” Prime said. “Blame it on someone else inside the organization. He first blamed Tundra, then acted like he fucked up.”

Yak glared at Prime. “And the two men holding guns on Nora last night? What the fuck is that? Some grand plan of mine to put another woman in further jeopardy? She’s already fighting cancer, so I’m gonna have two men break into her place with guns? You’re way the fuck out of line, Prime.”

Turk’s even-keeled voice cut through the tension. “It could be me. Did you think of that, Prime? I know how Yak thinks. I know his weaknesses. I trained you, Tundra, and Evict. If I had a death-wish in addition to an ax to grind with the Riot MC, I know good and damn well, Yak’s gonna be the first to suspect another brother. Not because he wants to pin shit on somebody, but because he cares that damn much about the business, the dancers, and this club.”

Tundra looked at Turk. “Yak trained me too, though.”

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