Page 54 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

“Phantom Riders aren’t pussies!” Clay grumbled, slamming his fist down on the table.

“We all feel the same fucking way when it comes to our club!” Rock bellowed, his words stopping the angry comments going around the room. “Settle down!”

The silence was deafening as all eyes turned my way. “We fucking done?” I growled, letting them know that I didn’t like the bullshit comments. Their expressions said that they weren’t happy, but they clamped their mouths closed, fists resting on the table. The club had been attacked and they wanted blood. “I want retribution, too, brothers, but from the right people.”

“Then who do you think we’re looking for?” Clay asked.

“It came to me while talking to Dirk. I believe whoever burned Dominick’s body and shot up our club are the same fuckers, and that they were wearing Blue Knights colors to set the blame on them. I think they were hoping we’d destroy Blue Knights, preventing any more inquires about Dominick’s murder.”

“Holy shit,” the expletive came from Big John. “That fucking works, Prez.”

“So who do you think killed Dominick?” Keg asked with defiance still stamped on his face.

“I have an idea about that, too. But I need Audra here. I’ll have Fox pull up some pictures of Covacks’ son for her to look at.”

“You think her ex killed him?” Painter asked with raised brows. “No wonder he’s after her. He wants to make sure she doesn’t get a chance to tell anyone who she saw him end.”

“Holy fucking shit!” Rock exploded. “Covacks’ own partner killed his son. It makes sense, brothers.”

“Covacks will cut him up into little pieces.” Snake’s laughter was contagious, causing some of the brothers to join in. “It’s obvious he doesn’t suspect Winthrop.”

“Why should he? Who’d be stupid enough to fucking off their partner’s son?” Ned commented.

“If,” and I stressed it, “that’s how this shit went down, brothers. Right now it’s speculation.”

“Sounds fucking good to me,” Big John said, nodding his head.

“I have a problem with it.” This came from Clay. All eyes turned to him. “Someone wanted us to see Blue Knights’s colors leaving that fire. How did they fucking know that we were going to be on that road at that time?”

And there it was.

I grinned inwardly. Clay had said what had been at the back of my mind all along. I hadn’t voiced it for obvious reasons, I didn’t want to fucking think that we had a traitor among us, someone working the other side. I didn’t believe in fucking coincidences and coming up on that fire at just the right time was a fucking big one.

I looked around the room to see how my brothers were taking in Clay’s comments. No one looked guilty or nervous, but they were good at hiding what they were feeling. I could fucking imagine what was going through their minds, yet the eyes that turned my way were filled with honest, righteous anger.

“Coincidence?” BK offered, but no one believed it. His tone reflected that he didn’t believe it either.

“We have a fucking mole!” Keg shouted, pounding the table with his fist.

That outburst stirred up trouble. Chaos erupted around the table as brothers grumbled with anger and disbelief. I let them get it out. I had no doubts that each and every one of them would have eventually come up with the same fucking question Clay had, given enough time. The fact that Clay had been present that day had only speeded up his train of thought. Eventually the noise died down, but I could tell that my brothers were feeling murderous thoughts at just the suggestion of a spy in the club. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Sonya’s betrayal had to be at the front of their minds, but I knew they wouldn’t say anything.

“A fucking spy!” Big John growled, his face red around tightly drawn lips. “Any ideas who?”

I shrugged. “Could be any one of you,” I snapped, giving each brother a hard, individual look. They showed their dislike of my including them on the list, but I didn’t give a fuck. “Your old ladies, sweethearts, a sweetbutt. Too many know our shit, and that stops now if we want to weed the fucker out.” Heads nodded in agreement. “Keep your eyes open, brothers. He or she will be found out, and they’ll be dealt club punishment.”

“And if it’s another woman?”

I glared at Painter, he glared right back. “We deal with all club traitors the same, brother.” I knew everyone at the table was recalling how Sonya had been dealt with. It was the one and only time I’d thanked fuck that she’d aborted my child before the brothers got their hands on her.

I thought about Audra. The woman had definitely gotten under my skin, and I wondered how long I could keep pretending that she hadn’t. I wasn’t in love with her, as I’d been with Sonya, and yet there was something just as deep. For such a small thing she had spirit and a sense of humor that challenged me, and made me want her.

I turned toward Fox. “Pull up pictures of Dominick. I’ll have Popcorn bring Audra in.”

“I’ll go meet them on the road for backup,” Keg said. He started to get up.

I shook my head, halting his progress, and looked at Big John. “Send a couple of prospects to meet them for backup.” He nodded, and I stood up. “Church is over for now, brothers. Keep your eyes open and your mouths shut when you’re getting your dicks wet.”

I knew Rock had something to add when he didn’t stand with the others. I waited until everyone had filed out of the room and the door was closed, and then sat back down. We just looked at each other for a few seconds, two big alphas leaning back in their chairs with their arms crossed.

“You know who it is.” His flat statement didn’t surprise me, as he always seemed to know when I held something back. The other brothers may have suspected it, but I could count on Rock to be the one to question me.

As my VP he deserved to know what I was thinking. Besides, knowing Rock, he’d already figured it out anyway. He was damned good at that shit. That, and because I trusted him, were the reasons that he was my second in command. I slowly nodded as he continued to wait for me to confirm it.

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

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