Page 106 of Golden Atonement

We both heard a knock on the door before it was flung open and Sunny walked in, looking upset.

“Solomon is gone.”

Getting to my feet, I frowned. “What do you mean, he’s gone?”

“He got a text and ran to his bike and took off.”

“Shit,” I groaned, looking at Bullseye as he too got to his feet. “I’ll gather the brothers. Maybe he just went for a ride.”

“I don’t think so,” Sunny muttered, walking over and handing me Solomon’s cell phone. “He got a text from Hannibal.”

Frowning, I looked at the text. “Who the fuck is that?”

“He’s a brother in Disturbed,” Sunny admitted.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, picking up my desk phone, I punched in the phone number for the clubhouse in Destiny. I really didn’t have time for any of this shit.

“Disturbed. Saint speaking. How can I help you?”

“Saint, it’s Reaper. Want to tell me why Sandman got a text from Hannibal?”

“Jesus,” the man groaned. “Who the fuck knows? We’ve got problems here.”

“What problems?”

“Someone fucking shot up our clubhouse. Got several brothers down, and to make matters worse, the fucking Soulless Sinners showed up. It’s a clusterfuck here, Reaper. Look, if I see Solomon, I will send him back home, but right now, I’ve got to go.”

Before I could ask another question, the line went dead.

Hanging up the phone, I looked at Bullseye. “Gather the brothers. Something’s going on in Destiny. I want everyone armed and have Phantom, turn on Sandman’s tracker.”

“Trouble with Ivy?”

Shaking my head, I muttered, “Possibly. Soulless Sinners are in town.”

“I’ll get everyone ready,” Bullseye confirmed, leaving me alone with Sunny.

Walking around my desk, I hugged my sister-in-law and said, “It’s going to be alright, Sunny. I’ll bring him home to you.”

Chapter Eleven

Reaper

“Remi!” I shouted, walking into the house, only to find her in the kitchen. Smiling at her, I walked over and kissed her sweet lips, before saying, “Hate to do this to ya, but I’m gonna need you to hold down the fort a bit and keep an eye on Sunny.”

“Why?”

“Because shit is kicking off in Destiny and Solomon took off.”

“Crap,” my woman moaned. “I was going to tell you before you came clean with the club. I got a call. Montana’s in town.”

“Yeah. Saint told me when I called.”

“Ivy?”

I nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking. Solomon doesn’t really give a shit about the others. She is another story.”

“If she’s in trouble, he will protect her, Max. You know that.”

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