Page 103 of Wolf

It does. This all leads back to my father’s disappearance. I know to my bones that he died for Rose. I don’t necessarily know why or how, but I will figure it out and bring him home.

“Okay,” she says and moves her gaze over my shoulder. The lost look that enters her eyes unmoors me and I drop my gaze to my fists, wishing I could go back and kill those fuckers all over again.

“The man who…” She leans back and crosses her arms, warding off a visible shiver. “The man who took me. He was one of yours.”

“Come again,” I bark, and she raises her quivering chin. We knew we had a fucking mole but this…this is going to go down like a hot poker to his ass when I find the bastard.

“He was one of yours. Wore your cut and colors,” she says. Leaning forward a new glint appears in her eyes and she says, “He had a hand tattooed on his neck.”

For a moment, all I can do is stare blankly. Hand? Fucking Hand did this?

That man has been on the inside for years. What else did he trade away? Who else has he sacrificed?

Fuck me.

Bowing my head to keep my sister from seeing the rage I know shines in my eyes, I clear my throat twice before saying, “Did he say anything?”

“No,” she whispers. “No, he didn’t but Grandpa did.”

This time, she’s expecting my reaction, and she meets my feral gaze steadily. Her blue eyes harden, and she says, “He was there. He left me there. His last words as he walked away…I want that fucker dead before you get rid of her.”

“This is your last chance,” I say, and Duke looks up with a grin.

Today is the day he’s sworn in along with three other prospects. They’ll be good additions to our group and have already proven their loyalty through the recent battles we’ve fought.

I couldn’t be prouder to stand next to my brother while he recites the oath and receives the tattoo that will never leave his body except via a body bag. Thoughts of which bring me around to Hand. That fucker. His day will come though, and I’ll be first in line to strip the skin from bone.

I’m guessing the asshole knew the second my sister decided to sing like a bird because he was gone before I made it back to the clubhouse. Fine. I’ll hunt the fucker down myself. His days are short, and I hope he’s sweating all the way to wherever he’s hiding.

As for the sheriff, I’ve got a few things up my sleeve. With him, I have to be more careful though. As much as he deserves what’s coming to him, as a supposed man of the law, there are complications I don’t have time to deal with right now.

I can’t protect my family if I’m behind bars.

Pushing the thoughts away because this is my brother’s day, I clasp his arm and say, “Proud of you, brother.”

He clears his throat, and I push him away, grinning when he stumbles back and rolls his eyes.

“Thanks,” he says.

“For what?”

“This. Everything. Miriam…”

My mouth sours at the mention of her but I hide my reaction behind a smirk and say, “I thought I taught you how to wrap it up.”

Rolling his eyes to the sky, he opens his arms wide and says with a sigh, “Fuck me, but I must’ve done something wrong in another life to get you.”

Chuckling, I toss over my shoulder as I walk away, “Ah bro, you got what you deserved.”

Once I’m inside, I pass the bar and proceed down the hall before stopping at Joker’s office.

All I can see, with his head bowed, is the ridiculous rainbow stripe of his hair. How long before the big bastard gets rid of it?

Romeo should know, since Joker lost the bet to him which forced him to dye his hair in the first place. Jokes on Romeo though because Joker don’t care and it’s the rest of us who have to look at it every day.

“Prez,” I say, and he looks up.

With a frown, I close the door behind me and drop into the chair in front of his desk.

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