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I wish he had picked anyone but Reverend Abernathy’s daughter though. The man is hardly a threat, not like some of the other local MCs, but he’s annoying as fuck on a good day and the last thing we need is the man breathing down our necks about his future grandchild.

As a rule, MCs aren’t usually friendly with each other, but we’ve found trouble with the Smokin’ Aces assholes, and they’ve made it their mission to fuck with us at every turn. It all started before I was old enough to wipe my own ass, but I’ve been patched in long enough to know, the bad blood was born out of greed over territory and business.

We should have ended this feud a long time ago, but our focus remains on our families and their safety. However, their time is coming. We’ve been patient long enough. Their sins are too many and they continue to wreak havoc that the Saints have to clean up.

We can’t afford for our attention to be divided, and I don’t know if this is the right time for Duke. I warned him, but he’s never wavered in his intentions, and this is what Joker, the president of the Shadow Saints MC, sees when he looks at my brother. Either way, it’s worth the mess if he and his woman are safe.

“You hear anything?” Joker says, sitting down beside me at the bar.

Dropping my fork to the plate of eggs before me, I take a swig of coffee and say, “Nope. That fucker Sprocket didn’t know shit.”

With a sigh, Joker rubs his forehead. Still in his prime at barely past forty-five, Joker looks every bit of his age today.

Joker takes his role as president seriously and I know the death of two of our brothers weighs on him. It was a drop gone wrong and all we know is that the Aces were behind it.

How they knew when and where we’ve been making our drops remains a mystery, but the devil on my shoulder suspects it was someone from the inside. But who?

I know Joker has considered it too. It’s the worst form of betrayal because once you become a brother, nothing is more sacred than the people you’ve sworn loyalty to, and the colors proudly displayed on your skin.

If someone has betrayed us, how far are they willing to go? Are the women in danger too?

“Romeo and Hand are doing another drop tonight. I want all hands, on deck. If these fuckers think they can mess with us, they better think again,” Joker says before grabbing a bottle of whiskey and drinking straight from the top.

Romeo is a good guy. He’s been here since the beginning, long before me. He knew my father, who respected him as much as he did Joker. Hand came along five years ago, patched in shortly after and has shown his loyalty in countless ways.

I hope to fuck that I’m wrong because I don’t want to look into the eyes of one of my brothers and know that they’re a fucking snitch. My skin burns at the notion, and I bite back a surge of rage.

If I find out someone betrayed us, I’ll skin the colors off their back myself before burying them alive. They should have time to consider their sins before they go straight to fucking hell.

The sight of Joker guzzling from the bottle turns my stomach and I look away. How many years did he drown himself just like that before he finally pulled his head out of his ass? Too many, that’s how long.

I don’t blame him. His loss was hard but thank fuck he’s stepped from the abyss. We need him now more than ever because those fuckers have to pay. I vowed it when he lost his wife ten years ago and the burn remains today.

“You got it,” I say, my appetite all but gone.

“Also, Draven’s all up my ass about a car. See what you can find. My baby deserves the best.”

The best might be an overstatement. Draven, Joker’s daughter, is more than a handful, and growing up an MC princess, she’s also got the personality to show for it.

Ever since the little minx grew tits, she’s been a bitch on wheels and most of us avoid her. I don’t know what crawled up her ass and died but I’m glad it’s not me who has to rein her in.

She needs a car, fine, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go. Keep that hormonal teenage mess as far away from me as possible.

“Bro,” Duke says, and I give up on my breakfast altogether. Pushing the plate away, I nod to Toni when she picks it up with a wink and takes it away.

I take a moment to stare at her luscious ass before turning my attention to my brother. He’s got a lot on his mind, I get it, but I can’t speed up the process.

He’ll be a prospect until he ain’t and that’s just the way it is.

“C’mon,” I say, standing.

“Where we going?”

“To find a car.”

Lilli

By Monday I’ve set aside Miriam’s words because, in this, there’s nothing I can do. I hope she makes this work for her sake and her baby.

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