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“They gearing up for something we don’t know about?”
“Not that I’ve heard. But I haven’t been doing any eavesdropping either.”
“Well, it’s Navesink Bank. So the next fiasco is never too far off.”
“Don’t gotta sound excited about it.”
“Hey, I was basically on house arrest for years. After being locked up. I’m down for excitement. Making up for lost time.”
“I don’t mind the calm.”
Unlike Perish, before joining the club a few years back, I was not laying low. If anything, my entire life was a revolving door of chaos, uncertainty, and violence. And I handled most of that shit without the security and backup from club brothers.
So I was happy to have the downtime when it came around. Hang with the club, see my family, maybe find a woman to spend the weekend with.
But most of the club had no fucking idea what I’d been up to all those years I was off on my own. Hell, even my parents and Fallon only had theCliffsNotesversion.
“I keep hoping something pretty will roll into town trailing trouble behind her for me. Everyone else got their chance at that adventure.”
“Never know, maybe you’ll be next,” I said, clamping a hand on his shoulder after picking up my cup of coffee.
I had to admit, my mind had been drifting in the direction of commitment, of the future, of settling down a lot lately.
I mean, for fuck’s sake, my cousin Vi found a guy to slow down for. And if Violet thought love was worth giving up her favorite things in the world (coffee and take-out), maybe it was something I might want to look for too.
You know, in a year or two. Five, maybe.
A crack of lightning lit up the clubhouse, casting everything in an unnaturally white light for a split second.
Before everything sank into complete blackness.
“Shit,” Perish said, sighing.
“I’ll get the lanterns,” Brooks called when the power didn’t come right back on.
“At least we got some hot coffee first,” Perish said.
I stood there, listening to the thunder roll, a strange prickling sensation moving up the back of my neck.
I wasn’t an overly superstitious man.
But I couldn’t seem to stop the thought from forming.
That this was the kind of storm that brought trouble in its wake.
“Stupid,” I mumbled to myself, making my way through the clubhouse and back to my room.
Completely fucking oblivious to how right I was.
CHAPTER TWO
Lolly
“Okay. Alright. It’s alright.”
My heart was attempting to punch its way out of my chest, and my knuckles ached from gripping the wheel.
The wind was whipping so relentlessly it was making the car pull hard toward the center divider. I’d given up on anything close to visibility ten minutes ago, when the rain started to pelt with fury against my windshield, making it impossible for the wiper blades to keep the glass clear. It wasn’t helping that one of the blades was falling apart, the little rubber protector hanging off from the midway point, making it whine across the window with each rapid swipe.
