Page 92 of Golden Atonement

“Smoke, send everyone a text. Tell them church in an hour.”

“Everyone or just the officers?”

“Everyone.”

My brother nodded, reaching for his phone as my wife walked out of the kitchen. Not waiting for permission, I snagged her hand and dragged her into my office, shutting the door behind me.

“Forget it, Max,” she huffed, standing her ground. “You’re still in the doghouse.”

Shaking my head, I groaned. “Yeah, yeah. I’m never getting out of that shithole. I got it, but this isn’t about me. It’s about Sandman.”

Frowning, she waited.

“Just got a call from Frost, a brother in Disturbed.”

“And?”

“Luc has scheduled a meet withLos Santanas. He asked me to be there. Apparently, his bartender went and killed a few of Miguel’s men.”

Sighing, my woman leaned against my desk. “Still don’t see how this concerns me.”

“The woman, Ivy Scott, just happens to be the young girl Sandman saved the day he killed seven men from the Florida Chapter. He doesn’t know she’s been bartending at Disturbed.”

“Well, you better tell him fast. He saved that girl, so he’s going to feel responsible for her. Sunny has told me that Solomon still worries about her. He regrets sending her away like he did.”

“That’s where you come in.”

“How so?”

“I need your help to tell him. I can’t have him going off the deep end when he sees her.”

“Then you will need Sunny.”

“She’s pregnant, Remi. I don’t want to cause her any stress.”

“She’s married to Solomon. She’s already stressed.”

About twenty minutes later, Sunny walked into my office with Solomon, Ravage following closely behind. He was the only other person in the clubhouse who would remotely understand what Solomon was feeling. While the two men had distinctive, separate backgrounds, they both had one thing in common. They killed easily without a fucking care in the world.

“Sandman, I need to tell you something, and I would appreciate it if you would listen before you lose your shit.”

Ravage groaned. “Not the best way to start, man.”

“Well, I’m doing my best here.”

“What is it, Max?” Sunny sweetly asked as she reached for Solomon’s hand.

“It’s about Ivy. The girl he saved from the Florida Chapter.”

“She dead?” Sandman growled.

“No. She’s alive. She is the bartender at the Disturbed clubhouse.”

“Motherfucker!” Sandman roared, before storming for the door, only to stop dead in his tracks since Ravage stood blocking the way and holding his machete in his hands.

“Let him finish, brother.”

“Solomon, please. Let Max finish.”

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