Page 10 of Brick's Redemption

“We did, but I guess I didn’t think it would take this long.”

“Sweetheart, gathering intel and putting a plan into action takes time. There’s a lot of moving parts. Judge will do what’s best for the club.”

God. Sometimes, these bikers sounded brainwashed. I wouldn’t say that aloud, but allegiance like that was crazy. Didn’t anyone ever disagree? What about my dad?

“You’ve gone quiet on me,” he observed.

“I’m thinking.”

“About?”

“All the stuff I still don’t know about my father and how he died.”

Brick stiffened beneath me. “What do you mean?”

“He was shot while riding home from the clubhouse, right?”

“Yeah.”

“After church?”

“That’s right.”

“Why was he riding alone? What happened at church that day? Did you all suspect something was going down? Because there was an emergency meeting. My dad told me about it on Saturday when we went for ice cream.”

Brick sighed. “I know this isn’t easy.”

“Don’t placate me.” I spun around, daring him to refuse to answer. “These questions are important.”

“I agree. They’ve been answered at table.”

At table? “Your church?”

“Yes. It’s club business.”

Right. I didn’t mean to get irritated, but it was an inevitable emotion, considering the lack of information. “Brick.”

“You understand that there are things I can’t tell you because it places you in further danger. I can’t divulge club business. It’s in the bylaws.”

Fuck the bylaws right now. “I’m in a safe house because I was nearly killed. I deserve to know why.”

“Rival club. You already know.”

“But that’s not all,” I answered. “It can’t be.”

“We’re still sorting through what we know and what we’re piecing together. The Crimson Skulls are back. That’s fucking dangerous for everyone involved, not just your family.”

“I understand that.” Sighing, I set my empty cup aside. “But why was my father singled out? Whyhim, Brick?”

“That I don’t know.”

Frowning, I wasn’t sure I believed him. I couldn’t help feeling like he was hiding something. “Do you plan to find out?”

“Of course, Ginny. Why would you think that I wouldn’t?” His voice held tension, and his body language proved he was irritated. Maybe not with me, but with the situation and lack of answers.

“So, what? We wait for the club to figure it out?”

“Yes.”

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