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That’s what I thought. I search for Mason, but my gut tells me he’s gone. I try calling him and I’m a little surprised when he answers.

“Where are you?”

“Putting an end to this. Tell everyone they can stop and go back to the clubhouse. Me and Charlie will be there soon.”

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Collin

Charlie sits at the bar, snacking on a bag of potato chips. Apparently his mother doesn’t mind him having junk food. That’s going to change. My son needs some discipline. He needs me to teach him how to be a man.

“I don’t understand. Why don’t you just talk to Mason? He’s a good guy.”

I chuckle. “Perhaps you don’t know him as well as I do.”

“I know him pretty well. Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do.”

There he goes with that smart ass mouth again. Like I said, he needs some discipline.

“My brother is a coward. That hasn’t changed.”

Charlie finishes off the chips and tosses the bag into the garbage can. At least I didn’t have to tell him to clean up after himself. Davina hasn’t done a horrible job as a mother, but he’s got a lot to learn. He’s been raised by the wrong man.

“You’re the one hiding.”

“Not for long, son. Not for long.”

My phone rings and I smile when I see it’s Charles again. “Twice in one day, brother. I’m starting to feel special.”

“Let’s end this.”

He hangs up and there’s a pounding on my door. I frown, unsure how this is possible. I’ve left no trails, no leads to where I’m located. How did he find me?

Charlie grins. “Told you he would come for me.”

42

Mason

Ipound on the door, knowing there’s a chance I won’t make it out of this alive. My brother is cunning and manipulative. There’s no telling who else he has on his side. But I’m not willing to risk the lives of anyone else, certainly not Davina’s.

I hear four beeps, then the door opens. Collin stands on the other side, gun raised and aimed directly at me. Charlie is standing near the bar, a man with an RBMC cut beside him. He has a knife to Charlie’s throat.

“You’ve been busy, brother,” I say, noting the other guys in the room.

Munsey was right. He sought out former RBMC members. Guys who were kicked out of the club or prospects who never made the cut to begin with. Smart. They have a vendetta against the club and he used that to his advantage.

“I decided it was time to take my rightful place as president,” he replies. “And as Charlie’s father.”

Charlie is being so brave, standing there perfectly still. He appears to be unharmed. I plan to keep it that way.

“Are you challenging me?” Collin arches an eyebrow. “You know that’s the way it works, right? If a member wants to take the presidency position, they challenge the current one. You aren’t a member, never were, but as thepresident, I’ll allow it.”

“The last time we fought, you dumped me in the ditch like I was trash.”

“So, you mean it didn’t go well for you?”

His eyes narrow in anger, but he lowers the gun. He could’ve shot me the moment he opened the door but he wants this fight. Wants the chance to beat me the way I beat him. Wants to prove to himself he can win.

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