Page 114 of Traitor

Dakota nodded approvingly. “Good—now I do want to discuss all of our names—”

I held up a hand. “Not right now. Please.”

“Oh, okay. I’m in.” Kate managed to get out, still very much being held up by her husband. She sounded surprisingly optimistic, given the circumstances.

Nate kissed the top of her head before shaking his head. “No way. We’re not getting into this. I’ve got the hospital and things…things were finally calming down. We can’t get into the middle of a biker war. That’s crazy. People don’t do that.”

Some people did.

People who’d seen the sociopath that Comedian was firsthand. The people who’d lost loved ones by his actions. Sometimes, when faced with the injustice of the world, people had to stand up and fight back.

Some people never got a chance to enjoy the calm.

Grey had known that the only way to take the focus off the club, was by making them think that they’d won. He was a fucking pussy to tuck tail and run—even Comedian was better than that. He’d abandoned his club in their time of need; saving his own ass while leaving his family’s out on the line.

This time, we were going to move silently, taking the time to build our numbers before falling from the sky like a bolt of lightning.

I could’ve chosen to stick my head in the sand and hoped that the threat would disappear, but they’d made a grave mistake. They’d come after my girl. They’d blatantly attacked my family and that was an unforgiveable offense in my book.

I wasn’t just coming for Comedian and the Sons of Death—Grey was going be held accountable as well.

Little Ricky might’ve called me a Quinn, but from what I’d seen, a Quinn ran at the first signs of trouble. No, I was a motherfucking Sullivan, through and through. And I was going to bring hell down on anyone that crossed my family.

After all, I was my father’s son.

The end…for now.

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