Page 20 of Taming the Demon

“Don’t play that card against me,” Cyrus said.

“She should have been here the second something happened,” Linc said. “I’m wondering if we should call aDr. Smilevote.”

Darrow looked down at the table. Truth be told, if the roles were reversed, he’d be on his VP’s side.

“Jesus Christ,” Slade whispered. “This club is so fractured right now. Over a lot of shit. Shit that goes back to Javen. Shit that goes back to Nico.Yellow Bunnyhitting our town. A lot happening right in front of us. And what do we do now? We call aDr. Smilevote?”

“I didn’t do this,” Cyrus said. He pointed at Darrow. “Talk to him, not me.”

“Call the vote if you want,” Darrow said. “I won’t argue it. I won’t defend it. Proof of everything is what’s happening right now. Fitz wanted nothing to do with his old lady. Ever. To the point where she’s with me and he’s not even looking. He doesn’t give a fuck. Doesn’t that tell you she doesn’t know a thing?”

“She ran right to you,” Linc said.

“Of course she did,” Darrow said. “Please, like you haven’t stuck your dick in something forbidden? We all do it. We have our rules, Linc. But we know when to bend them. We’ve all walked the fine line. We’ve all tried to make our appointment withDr. Smile. That’s what make this club work. You want to kill me? Kill me.”

“We’re not killing you,” Slade said. “I won’t vote it. I won’t allow a pregnant woman to get killed either. Not when she’s carrying a baby with this club’s blood.”

The room fell quiet. Cyrus glanced to his right. The empty seat. Priest. In a coma. Cyrus stroked his chin.

Killing everyone would only feel good for a second. It wouldn’t take back what happened to Priest. Or what happened with Fitz.

“You’d give your life for her?” Cyrus asked Darrow. “Think about it for a second. Forget the taste of her pussy. Or how tight her cunt is. Or her mouth. Or her ass. You’re telling me she—”

“Prez, I’d believe Mara over anyone in this clubhouse,” Darrow said. “Even if I wasn’t fucking her. She’s been around for so long. She’s seen so much shit. If she wanted to run, she would have. If she wanted to be a rat, she would have.”

“I’ll say something,” Linc said. “Are you running rogue too, Darrow? You and her working together…”

“What the fuck,VP?” Slade asked.

Darrow stood up. “That’s the second time you’ve insulted me in a few minutes. First withDr. Smileand now questioning if I’m a rat. You want my cut? You want my patches? Come get them, motherfucker.”

There was no chance Linc would not take on that fight. In a matter of seconds, Darrow and Linc were ready to attack each other. Slade in the middle, desperate to hold his club together. Cyrus looking on, wondering what the next move should be.

“You two stop,” he finally said. “I should say the three of you. Everyone stop. Sit the hell down.”

The three outlaws listened to their president.

“I’m not working for anyone else but myself and this club,” Darrow said. “You know that,Prez. You too,VP.”

“You fucked another table member’s wife and got her pregnant,” Linc said, shaking his head.

“I fucked the rat’s wife and got her pregnant,” Darrow corrected.

“Fuck yourself,” Linc said. “You didn’t know Fitz was a rat when you were blowing loads in her cunt.”

Darrow felt his jaw tighten. There was so much fate being built on lies. Complete and total fucking lies. And Linc saw through it all.

“We need to focus on finding Fitz,” Slade said. “He’s going to end up with protection. We’re wasting time.”

“Fine,” Cyrus said. “What a fucking position we seem to be in.”

“Prez, I think maybe we all knew something was wrong with Fitz all along. This isn’t me talking to justify fucking his wife. That’s on me. I’ll deal with whatever you want. Bottom line, Fitz is a fucking rat. He almost got us killed. He also tied up and killed the detective he was working for. The heat is going to get intense right now. And I mean…intense…”

Darrow moved his eyes from Cyrus over to Linc. Linc’s jaw tightened.

“He’s right,” Linc said.

“We have a lot hitting at once, don’t we, Slade?” Cyrus asked.

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