Page 15 of Siren's Salvation

We didn't come all this way for a scenic tour of Montana.

There's business to be done, and from the tension I can feel rolling off Kade in waves, it's not going to be pleasant.

"So," I say, trying to lighten the mood, "who's giving the grand tour? Or do we just start opening doors and hope we don't walk in on anything we can't unsee?"

Kade shoots me a look that's half amusement, half exasperation. "Cool it, Shiver. We'll get the lay of the land soon enough. For now, let's just..."

He trails off as the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the garage.

I tense instinctively, my hand inching toward the knife at my belt.

Old habits die hard, especially in unfamiliar territory.

But Kade doesn't seem worried.

If anything, his posture relaxes slightly.

Whoever's coming, it's someone he trusts. And in our world, that's worth more than gold.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax.

The garage bay door clangs shut behind us, the sound echoing off the concrete walls.

I'm about to swing my leg over the seat when a figure emerges from the shadows at the far end of the garage.

"Fuck, it's good to see you here in the flesh, brother," a deep voice booms, and I find myself staring at what could be Kade's mirror image.

Zane, the Prez of the National charter and Kade's twin, strides toward us with a wide grin plastered across his face.

Kade dismounts his bike in one fluid motion, meeting his brother halfway.

They collide in a bear hug that would crush a lesser man, slapping each other's backs with enough force to make me wince.

"Wish it was under better circumstances," Kade mutters as they separate, and just like that, the reunion between two blood brothers takes on a somber edge.

I hang back, giving the brothers their moment.

It's strange, seeing two men who look the exact same carry themselves so differently.

Where Kade is all coiled tension and barely contained urgency, Zane exudes an easy confidence that comes with being at the top of the food chain.

Kade, predictable as ever, cuts straight to the chase. "You seen Boomer, or that cunt Sally Bernard lately?"

I stiffen at the mention of Sally Bernard.

That name's been haunting us since Vegas, a shadow looming over everything we do.

I watch Zane's face carefully, hoping for some hint, some clue that might shed light on this mess we've found ourselves in.

But Zane just shakes his head, his expression turning serious. "We'll talk shop tomorrow, brother. After we've had a few drinks, caught up, got some good food in our bellies and some sleep after your long journey."

I can see Kade's jaw clench, frustration radiating off him in waves. "We need to get moving on this shit, Zane. Time ain't exactly on our side here. Hell, Damon wants answers as fast as I do."

Zane laughs, the sound bouncing off the garage walls. "Some things never change. I see your patience hasn't improved any."

I find myself caught between amusement and anxiety.

On one hand, it's refreshing to see someone who can match Kade's intensity.

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