Page 85 of Fighting a Riot

“What? I thought you spoke to Steel about Ghost and shit?” Rage asked.

Volt nodded. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean Steel was quick to inform other chapters, or that other chapter members give a damn. With over fifteen years in that chapter, Ghost has alliances—”

“He isn’t smart enough to make alliances,” Yak said.

Volt tossed a hand up. “Thought the same thing, but those visiting members have been at the bar and that’s what Zeke’s overheard. These men like Ghost and a few of them owe him favors.”

Rage gave Volt a sideways glance. “Do we really trust Zeke? At this point he could be under Ghost’s thumb or some shit.”

Volt shook his head. “I’m not underestimating Ghost, but Zeke doesn’t get himself into situations where he owes any MC favors. Bad for business, since he prefers to serve all bikers, not just certain clubs.”

Yak nodded.

Rage stared at Yak. “Who do you think’s turned against us?”

His eyes darted between Volt and Rage, then he shook his head. “I’m not saying shit again until I got proof. Pretty sure I fucked up the moment I accused Tundra.”

Volt pointed a beefy finger at him. “No. You did the right thing. Hell, it’s never comfortable accusing a brother of shit. With or without the damn proof.”

Yak nodded. “It’s still got my stomach in knots, though.”

Rage tipped his beer bottle at Yak. “Which is why I asked who you think turned on us.”

Yak twisted his head and scanned the room. The prospect was sweeping the floor and Vamp lounged on one of the couches with his phone in hand.

Even though the room was nearly empty, he lowered his voice when he spoke. “That’s the fuck of it. Every time I think I know, I double-guess myself. I thought it was Tundra, but then saw I was wrong. Now I think it could be Prime. Or even Punc, though that doesn’t make sense since he was the person I found in the damned parking lot at night.”

Rage tossed his bottle in a nearby garbage can. “Makes for the perfect cover if you ask me. But I’m surprised you’d accuse him.”

Yak shook his head. “Yeah, but that man’s been about this brotherhood from the start.”

“Why Prime?” Volt asked, aiming a hard stare at Yak. “Are you thinking that because he accused you? If I hadn’t known you the last thirteen years, I’d say Prime makes a decent argument against you.”

“Gee, thanks Prez,” Yak deadpanned.

Rage stroked his stubbled chin. “Why are you focused on the newer members? We all voted them in.”

Yak sighed. “I know, but the thing is, none of them were working Platinum’s until they earned their patch. The problems didn’t start until recently.”

Volt nodded. “Right, but we voted Prime and Evict in nine months ago. Why wouldn’t the problems have started then?”

Rage said, “Devil Lancers were focused on other shit nine months ago.”

Yak finished his drink. “Which is why I feel like an ass for accusing anyone of turning against the club because—”

“They could have approached someone four months ago. Hell, they could have done it before we voted Prime or Evict into the club. Trust your gut.”

“Easier said than done. I’m second guessing everything after our last session of church.” He sighed. “I just want Nora to rest easy and beat the fuckin’ cancer.”

Volt’s lips quirked and his eyes slid to Rage then back to Yak. “Heard you’ve got a new hammock she can use to rest up after her treatments.”

Rage slammed a hand on the bar. “Not until he pays Lisa the rest of the fuckin’ money, he doesn’t.”

Yak shook his head. “Jesus. Cool your jets, Rage. I gotta get my bedroom rearranged first.”

“And get a fuckin’ crane,” Vamp said, sauntering to the bar. “I saw that monster in the back of her shop. No way it’s goin’ through your front door.”

Rage glowered at Vamp. “When did you go to the back of the shop?”

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