Page 26 of Journey

“Wren has some issues in her?—”

Tracer snorts. “Issues is an understatement.”

I scowl at him. “Since you like to run your mouth so much, why don’t you explain?”

“Dude, what was I supposed to do?” Tracer counters. “It’s not like multiple personalities gives a person a free pass on evil.”

All eyes shift to me.

“Multiple personalities?” Fudge asks.

I sit back down and frown. “Yeah, multiple personalities,” I confirm. “She developed them when she witnessed her father bludgeon her mother and brother to death with a hammer. She might have been born from evil, but she doesn’t have an ounce of bad in her.”

“And you can be sure of this how?” Jackyl asks. “You barely know her.”

“How can you be sure Leah isn’t a threat?” I snap. “She was with Wren the night we met. Maybe she’s who we should be discussing like she’s a tabloid headline.”

“Touché.”

“Look, I might not know everything there is to know about Wren,” I explain. “But you all trust me, right?” Each of them nods. “Then give me the benefit of the doubt by extending her the same courtesy.” I glance at Crow. “Please?”

“Let’s vote on it,” Pres says. “Thump twice if you’re in favor of giving Journey some leeway when it comes to Wren.”

There’s a beat of silence before, one by one, they thump their fists on the table twice. I release a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. Soulless Kings MC is my life, and I’ve never questioned my loyalty to it and vice versa. I’m beyond grateful that isn’t changing today.

“I guess that settles that,” Crow says. “But mark my words, if Wren’s name pops in anything related to the Wingless Angels, we’ll be putting her fate to another vote, mental health problems be damned.”

“Understood.”

“Good.” Crow shoves a hand through his hair and sits at the head of the table for the first time since he walked into the room. “Now, the Wingless Angels… Any new info on them?”

“Not much,” Tracer replies. “Besides what Addi’s already told us, there’s not much out there. Their president’s identity seems to be a closely guarded secret. His road name, Stone, is theonlything I’ve been able to find.”

“How is that possible?” Ghost asks. “If he’s in prison, there’s a record somewhere to tie the name Stone to a legal name.”

“You’d think, wouldn’t you?” Tracer says. “But I’m telling you, there’s nothing. Stone and his MC must have friends in high places for that info to be buried as deep as it is.”

“Has anyone been able to track down any of their members?” Crow asks.

“Just what Addi already told us,” Poker chimes in. “Which, as you know, isn’t a ton. We know what they do, we know what they call themselves, but finding them has proven more difficult.”

“As of this minute, Wingless Angels are to be considered public enemy number one. We eat, sleep, breathe that club until we can take them down. If it were just a territory dispute, I could be persuaded to be patient, but they’ve already tried to run us off the road and made threats on our lives. They don’t get to get away with that shit.”

“I’m on board,” I say. “And will do everything I can to bring them down, but I’m also going to keep watch over Wren. She’s now linked with me and, therefore, the club. I won’t let them get to her either.”

“I figured,” Crow admits. “You claimed her, so she’s got the right to the same protection as Addi. But I’ll remind yo?—”

“One step out of line, and she’s fucked,” I snap. “Yeah, you made that clear.”

“Good.” He glances around the room. “Any questions?”

“Nope.”

“Nadda.”

“Don’t think so.”

“All good here.”

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