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“What do you propose I do, Kathleen? Abort her baby for her?” Daddy sneers.

The silence that follows sends a shiver down my spine and I peek my head around the wall to see Mama looking at Daddy with raised brows.

No. No way.

“Stress can do it,” Mama says.

“Stress?”

“Yes, maybe if something happens to that boy,” she spits.

“I’m not a murderer, Kathleen,” Daddy groans.

“You're useless. You always have been. Go back to that whore. That’s all you’re good for.”

My jaw drops and I glance beyond the wall to find Daddy alone with his head in his hands.

Holy crap. Did I just hear what I thought I did?

Wolf

My throat burns but I know it’s a slippery goddamn slope to hangover regrets and I push the bottle of whiskey away.

Despite creating a bunch of shit jobs that led to nowhere, nothing about the traitor in our midst has come to light. Who is the fucker?

I’ve spent ten years standing beside my brothers. We’ve all made sacrifices to be here but every one of them has been worth it. Knowing someone amongst those men has betrayed us creates a constant burn that lingers below my skin like a fucking venereal disease.

I need this fucker gone but without more information, I’m stuck.

Across the room, one of the prospects hoots and I turn my head, smiling when he slaps another prospect on the back, and the asshole stumbles.

We have a few good men lined up, but Joker is exercising caution until we have answers which means Duke is still waiting to be sworn in.

I know it’s eating at him and until he’s a full brother, I can’t tell him exactly why. Thankfully, he’s consumed with Miriam and getting set up in their new home.

Now that he’s here, Joker has found more jobs for him to make money which I’m grateful for although I know our prez does it because it’s the right thing to do.

“Ready?” Hand says, stopping by my chair.

As soon as I stand, Joker catches my eye when he exits his office and with a nod, I follow Hand out into the yard and around the building. Since the beginning, when the Saints formed, we’ve used the compound as our clubhouse. The squat building is ugly as sin but suits our purposes.

The land it rests on gives us the space to spread out and keep nosy assholes from snooping. We have enough room for the brothers and their families when needed and with the new addition of the outside kitchen, feeding everyone is easier too.

Once I’m on my ride and we’re through the gates, I fully relax. This is where I find my peace and I remind myself to speak to Romeo about setting up a ride when I return. The guys need it, not just for morale but because it’s a reminder of what we’re here for.

Brothers. Bikes. Bitches. In that order…

I glance in the rearview mirror when Hand speeds up, turning my focus to our mission. Word through an associate who sells our product got back to us and now Hand and I will be attending a party at Litch Field.

We don’t usually hang out in places like that because it’s not our crowd but tonight, our goal is to blend in and hopefully get the details on the little shit who used to run around our clubhouse in diapers.

Danny’s grandfather, Zeus Jackson, was a founding member of the Saints. A few years back, Danny was considering prospecting. That is until his father, Ace, a crack shot, tough as nails, and downright loyal brother, died for the club.

We mourned the loss the only way we knew how…with a raging party in honor of his memory. Ace’s only son, Danny, went off the rails after his death. Now the little weasel is a no-good thug who thinks his little band of losers can handle the big fish.

We’re not interested in what Danny does, he’s too small time for us but out of respect for his father, we feel obligated to warn him about the Aces because small or no, they don’t give a fuck. The Aces have been mowing down their rivals right and left and Danny is right in their path.

After pulling into the clearing south of the field, I nod at Hand as my phone rings. He returns the gesture and disappears amongst the parked cars while I pause to answer. “Yeah?”

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