Page 42 of Wolf

When I whip around, he flashes his middle finger. I consider going after the little shit before letting it go. I’ve got stuff to do, and it doesn’t involve beating the shit out of my brother or fucking delicious little Lilli.

After our interrogation last night, there are a few loose ends to tie up. Interestingly, amongst all the bullshit the little rat babbled was a tidbit about Danny. He’s been dabbling with the Smokin’ Aces MC.

The fucker must’ve gotten hit in the head or some shit because dealing with those assholes is a slap in the face to his old man and our club.

Why would he do it?

I’ve been really fucking lenient with the little fucker considering what he got up to with my sister. The time for forgiveness is over though. You wanna play with the big boys?

Fine. I’ll show you how it’s done.

Three hours later, I finally hunt him down. He looks up from his car when I approach, his fingers tight around the wrench in his hand.

Danny’s always loved tinkering with things. When Ace was alive and Danny was still at the clubhouse, he spent all his time working on the bikes.

Back then, he was a bright-eyed teen with an eagerness to prove himself and his place with the Shadow Saints.

I understand his reasons for backing off after his dad died but I’m quite sure this ain’t taking the high road in some misplaced anger for what happened. The Smokin’ Aces killed his dad, and the man is probably rolling over in his damn grave.

“Wolf,” he says, eyeing me cautiously.

With a grunt, I lean against the car and say, “You been busy, Danny.”

Danny’s eyes narrow while I watch him closely but to his credit, he gives nothing away when he shrugs and says, “Got a lot going on. You know? Rose and me, got hitched.”

This makes me pause. My baby sister is married. Jesus, if I didn’t know for a fact that Duke hasn’t spoken to her in over a year, I’d think they planned this shit. Between the two, I suspect I’m going to be completely fucking grey within the year.

“Congrats,” I say through a dry throat. Just because we’re not speaking and haven’t since our cunt mother told me to go to hell and fucking stay there, doesn’t mean I don’t love the little troublemaker.

She doesn’t know it and that’s fine, but I suspect my dad’s disappearance can be laid at the feet of her grandfather and daddy. I know those fuckers had something to do with it, which doesn’t make them upstanding citizens of the law.

Nope, those fuckers abuse their status as cops to get what they want which makes them more dangerous in a way than the Aces. Between the two, it’s a helluva fucking fight though.

This is why we need to end this war now. We’ve had too many casualties. The women are tired and the men dwindling. Despite the newest recruits, we can’t afford to lose the men who have spent their lives devoted to our brotherhood even if I know the majority would gladly die if it came down to it.

We fight because we have to and sometimes because it feeds the darker part of our souls, but this has gone on long enough.

“Thanks,” Danny says.

“Look, as Ace’s only son, I’ma be straight with you,” I say.

Danny slowly nods and while I don’t know exactly what the fucker is thinking, I see the wheels turning. If he brings the shit, he’s dabbling in, to my sister’s door, I’ll kill the fucker myself.

“Okay…”

“The Aces don’t care about your shit, Danny. You don’t break away and now, you’re gonna end up dead.”

“Let me guess,” he says, tossing the wrench on the ground. “The Shadow Saints will do the honors? Fuck you, Wolf.”

I stand from my lean and pop the knuckles of my right hand. I’d like to punch this asshole in the fucking face but I’m giving him a pass…this time. My sister needs this douche more than I need to mess up his face, but…

“You’re a fucking idiot, Danny. I’m done here,” I say but I pause at my bike, staring out over the rolling lawn.

For someone who’s supposedly only dabbling in the trade, Danny sure does have a cozy little spot for him and his wife. I’m grateful she’s comfortable, but this don’t sit right, and I hope like fuck, I’m wrong.

“Danny?” I say, throwing my leg over the bike.

“What?”

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