Page 47 of Death's Deal

Turning for the stairs, she does as I ask. Stepping into the interior, I find Thunder and Tweet at the door, their gargantuan sizes blocking the hall.

“All good, Boss? Need anything?” Thunder asks as I approach.

“Where’s Trig and Curse?”

“In the office along with everyone else.”

Stepping inside and heading to the office will be the wrong thing for me to do right now. The whole club will ask questions, looking for answers I don’t have or cannot answer without giving lies.

Instead, I head back toward the sunshine. “Our meeting is on hold,” I say. “Tell Trigger and Curse to meet me at the Bows, now.”

“You got it, Boss,” Tweet answers, heading into the darkened area of the club for the office. I don’t know how this is going to go, but I have a bad feeling.

One of Boyd’s bad feelings.

There’s a change coming, and this is going to decide the fate of all of us.

Chapter 26

With her arms stretchedaround my waist, tightly holding as told, I pull out onto the street. I have no idea what is so important that has Busta in a rush, but it doesn’t matter. We’ve been through enough together that if one asks for the other to be there, we do it. Also, Busta and Cap both deserve to know as much as I do. Hylo may have been my mother, but this is something that affects all of the clubs. The brotherhood we’ve gained would be broken without the trust we’ve given to one another, and telling him about the connection between Claudine and Hylo is just a start.

Riding out, it’s not that long before we’re into the Bows’ territory. The book and my passenger are both making me uncomfortable. She, because I wish nothing more than to sink my face into her soft folds, licking, sucking, and fucking her so hard that even considering a ride on a motorcycle will cause her pain. And the book; well, I personally know how its truths can cause pain. It had torn apart the Alta Noche cartel as if they were made of crepe paper, and I swear we won’t be dealt the same fate.

Passing the little Catholic church where their previous President and his twin died in a blood-filled family feud, I slow down as I approach the gates to their yard. Standing at the front are no less than four men. Two Bows and two of Cap’s Restless men. Their demeanor is worrisome, fearful, and they seem on high alert.

Noticing me and opening the gates, I pull past, finding the yard jam-packed. There are no less than four government issued SUVs and a full lot of rides. Parking beside Cap’s ride, his bright green custom FL stands out. The flash of orange and purple, the telltale custom ride of Joker’s is parked neatly beside it. I’m now feeling uneasy about the book being here, but I bring it with me.

Shutting down, pulling the key, and tossing it to a prospect. I turn to Toni to lay out the groundwork for the visit, as we start across the blacktop of their yard. “This is not my club, not my house, and if Busta says you don’t go in church, then you stand to the side outside of that fucking door, and you will not move. Understood?”

She takes my hand as we stride to the entrance. “I get it. I’ll be a church mouse,” Toni comments with a soft smile.

“I highly doubt that. Just keep your eyes trained on the ground and your hands to yourself. Don’t piss him or me off.” I can almost feel her rolling her eyes at that comment, but she doesn’t say another word as we approach.

Handing her the bag that contains the wicked tome, “You are to guard this. Unless I say so, it stays in the bag and in your arms. Got it?”

With a swift nod, she grasps my hand.

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