Page 29 of Siren's Salvation

"Shit," Cobra mutters, rubbing his jaw. "That's gonna make things interesting."

I can't help but smirk. "What's the matter, Cobra? Afraid of a little snow?"

He shoots me a look. "You try riding a bike in that shit, Shiver. It ain't exactly a walk in the park. More like a fuckin’ death sentence, so we’ll be on the quads or in trucks."

As we weave through the chaos toward the kitchen, I'm struck by how... normal it all feels.

Kids running around, the smell of coffee and bacon in the air.

The kitchen is a whirlwind of activity, plates and utensils clattering as people serve themselves.

My mouth waters at the spread laid out before us—pancakes, French toast, eggs done every which way, and enough meat to feed a small army.

"Damn," I mutter, grabbing a plate. "You Montana boys know how to eat. Or wait, maybe they heard Cobra was comin’ so they made all this for him."

Kade grins, piling his plate high. "Wait till you see what we do for dinner."

Cobra jabs me in the side, “Shut up you little fucker.”

We load up our plates—I make sure to snag an extra piece of bacon when Cobra's not looking—and head out to a table where Zane and Blackjack are already seated.

Zane looks up as we approach, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living. How'd you boys sleep?"

"Like the dead," I reply, sliding into a seat. "Your guest beds are comfortable as hell."

Kade snorts. "After a ride like that, he could've slept on a rock and still thought it was the Ritz."

I flip him off good-naturedly, but there's truth to his words.

That ride was no joke, and my body's still feeling it.

I might be thirty-three, but I feel like I’m sixty-four today.

I waste no time digging into my breakfast.

Kade, Cobra, Blackjack, and Zane chat about the old days, not diving into anything too interesting until I’m halfway through my pancakes.

Kade casually drops the question we've all been waiting for. "So, Zane, any word on where they've spotted Boomer lately?"

The atmosphere at the table shifts instantly.

Zane's expression darkens as he sets down his fork, clearing his throat. "There's been sightings of that slick fuck all around the State, toting that English cunt along with him. What's he doing with her again anyway?"

I feel my jaw clench at the mention of Sally.

The memory of what she tried to do to our club, to our family, still burns hot in my gut.

Kade leans back in his chair, his face a mask of barely controlled anger. "Sally originally planned to go after the Vegas charter, but when she figured out Sera turned on her, she flipped the script. Now she's gunning for Billings, thinkin’ she'd still be successful in her endeavor."

I watch as understanding dawns on Zane's face.

He nods slowly, processing the information. "Sera... that's Turmoil's ol' lady, yeah?"

"Yep," Cobra chimes in, a rare smile crossing his face. "And they've got a baby on the way. Sally could’ve killed them both. We were lucky we got to Sera in time."

Zane shakes his head, “Fuck, and to think a mother would do that to her own daughter.”

I speak up, “That’s not the worst of it. Cunt popped Sera’s grandpop too.”

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