Page 10 of Preacher

“Not in the mood, Creed.”

“Which is why you need to think about talking to someone.”

“Not seeing some fucking shrink, brother.”

“Then, talk to Blade and see if he can give ya something to sleep.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Okay, while you’re thinking…” He tossed a folder onto my desk. “That’s the schedule for the next run. You good with it?”

I looked it over, and as usual, it was a solid plan. “Yeah. Make sure Rusty and Memphis are good to go. They’ll need to head out first thing.”

“Got it,” Creed replied as he continued looking over the paperwork.

I glanced up at the clock and groaned when I saw that it was after seven. Most of the guys had already eaten, some had gone home, and the clubhouse had settled into its usual nighttime lull. I let out a long breath, stretching my shoulders as I closed the last of the books for the day.

Creed stood as he announced, “I think it’s about time we called it a day.”

“I was just thinking the same.”

The words had barely left my mouth when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Duggar calling. I picked it up and answered, “Yeah?”

“Hey, Prez. Hate to bother ya, but you might wanna get down to the Vault.”

“Why’s that?”

“One of the Volkov boys just walked in.” I could hear the concern in his voice when he added, “And I gotta feeling he ain’t here for the show.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen.” I hung up, and as I stood, I looked over to Creed. “Looks like our day ain’t over yet.”

“What’s going on?”

“One of the Volkov boys is at the club.”

“What the hell does he want?”

“I got no idea, but I intend to find out.”

Without another word, Creed followed me out to the lot. I could feel the question hanging between us, but I didn’t have any more answers than he did.

We came head-to-head with the Volkov brothers when they kidnapped Tallie. They were on the hunt for the money they’d entrusted with her father and used her to lure in her brother. They knew he had the information they needed, and once they got it, they released Tallie—unharmed. I thought that was the end of our run in with them.

Clearly, I was wrong.

I’d read all the intel Shep had found on the brothers. I knew they had heavy ties with the Russian mafia. While they didn’t play in the same field, their father had been a heavy hitter who ran things with a heavy hand. Dimitri might’ve been rotting in the ground, but his sons were cut from the same cloth. And no matter what business they were currently in, they still had his ties.

If he was at the Vault, there had there for a reason.

I swung a leg over my bike and was about to start her up when I spotted Memphis and Ghost rushing towards us. Concern marked my son’s face as he asked, “Where you two headed?”

“Duggar called,” I said, strapping on my helmet. “One of the Volkov boys is at the Vault.”

Ghost and Memphis exchanged a look, and Ghost was quick to reply, “We’re coming with you.”

Didn’t bother arguing. They would’ve followed me no matter what I said. So, I just started my bike and pulled out of the gate. I used the ride over to clear my head and tried to prepare myself for whatever lay ahead. It wasn’t easy. I was irritated that this asshole had just shown up at our place unannounced.

It didn’t help matters that I was running on three hours of sleep and a few slices of overcooked bacon. I was wavering on the line of full-blown anger when we pulled up to the Vault. The place was busy but not packed like the night before.

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