Page 111 of Ruin
It hurts that he didn’t tell me that sooner, and I hate that it does. I should have been one of the first people he told,privately, not in a room full of these assholes. But yet again, I’m no one's priority.
“Well, this is club shit,” Coyote says.
“And family comes first,” I say, repeating words that would set my father off.
I remember my mother and him fighting over it all the time.
The club is family, he’d argue.
“This is your family,” Coyote says, staring me dead in the eye, and I wonder if somehow him and I were switched at birth.
“Shitty fucking family,” Grizz says under his breath.
“If you all got a problem with how I’m running this club, you can get the fuck out,” Coyote shouts, then walks toward the door. “We’re leaving tonight.”
The door slams behind him, and for the first time, I don’t hold back. I am in no mood to deal with anyone’s bullshit today. I’m tired, and Lucian is gone. My brother is assuming he abused me, and I just found out I’m going to be an uncle in the most un-private way possible.
Yeah, fuck all of this.
I look at my brother, then at Grizz. “I say we kill him.”
Grizz bursts out laughing, but my brother is looking at me like he doesn’t disagree. It wouldn’t be hard. We’ve done it before. Coyote doesn’t have a loyal following, no family to speak of, and none of these guys are up his ass. I don’t think anyone would look for him, and I truly don’t think anyone here would miss him.
Something passes between my brother and me then. We know what we need to do because there is more on the line here than just the club. All worry of the tiff we just had are gone. There’s something here that takes precedence.
Coyote hasn’t been in charge long, but shit has already gone south since he’s been Prez. It’s time he doesn’t have it anymore. He never deserved it in the first place.
Shark looks at Grizz over his shoulder, who stops chewing, brows furrowing. His eyes widen slightly, and he holds his hands up before swallowing and saying, “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
He grabs his plate and gets to his feet.
Shark’s attention comes back to me. I nod, then head toward the door.
Kaison follows me to my bike. I throw my leg over and start her up, needing the sound of the engine to drown out our conversation.
“You serious?” Kaison asks.
I shrug a shoulder. “He’s causing a lot of problems for a lot of people. He doesn’t belong here.” Kaison says nothing, just keeps staring. “It’s the perfect opportunity,” I add, grabbing my helmet and putting it on my head.
Kaison nods, glancing at the clubhouse, then back at me. “We’ll figure it out,” I say, knowing what he’s thinking.
He’s the VP. If Coyote is gone, he has to take over. We can handle that.
“Are you good?” I ask, when he still says nothing. I thought we were on the same page, but now that he isn’t saying anything, I’m wondering if I was wrong.
“Yeah, all good.” He nods. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Are you sure your house is good?” I ask. “For a pregnant girl? It’ll be done by the time the baby comes?”
Kaison sucks, he’s too caring and in my business, but he is my brother.
“We’ll manage,” he says, but that doesn’t sound good enough to me.
“What’s the problem?” I ask.
“Just some shit with the contractors. They said it may take longer than they first thought.”
“So where have you been staying?” I ask, pissed at myself for not knowing any of this sooner. I should know everything going on in his life. We’re brothers, family. We’re all each other has, really. Why the hell do I keep missing so much stuff going on in his life?
