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There’s always a price. Regardless of what it is, it’s something I’m going to have to pay. He just let me know I have a traitor in my clubhouse.
“I want you to ally withme.”
My brow arches. “That’s a decision that goes through the top, not the VP.”
“Which I’ll be at the top in no time. I’ll be in touch.”
He doesn’t say anything else, jumps on his matte black Harley Davidson, and speeds away.
“Do you think she was that stupid?” Reaper asks as we all make our back to the clubhouse.
“No doubt in my mind. But she’s dead and so is the person who gave her the information about Alana.”
When I step back into the clubhouse all eyes shift to me. The men are deathly quiet, worry etching their faces. Concern and anger over what happened today are all they’ve been able to talk about. Once we deal with this little leak then it’ll be time to deal with Savage Order.
“Everyone!” I shout as I walk over the threshold, and through the area where the bar is. “In the den, now!”
No one hesitates to follow orders. Everyone that’s here, their heavy footfalls, and those of the prospects sound behind me. Normally we keep this kind of violence out of the clubhouse and deal with it somewhere else. But there’s no time. Whoever gave up the information will serve as a reminder don’t fuck with the King or the Sinners. It’s a reminder that everyone needs to see.
When we step into the room all the girls are sitting on the couches, nervously looking around. I stop in front of them, crossing my arms over my chest. All the boys are surrounding them, and the energy in the room is off the charts. You can taste the anger and confusion in the air.
“The Sinners have been nothing but good to all of you, am I right?” I ask, pacing in front of where some of them are sitting and others are standing.
They look at one another confused then their focus returns to me as most of them nod their heads in agreement.
“I’ve always given each and every one of you the option to leave if you did not want to stay here. If you did not agree with anything dealing with the club. You are not prisoners here. You are here of your own free will. The one thing I’ve asked in return is your loyalty to the Sinners.”
“King, what’s going on?”
Angela has only been at the clubhouse for a couple of months. She’s been living at the clubhouse and working atSinners Grow.She’s a hard worker, keeps to herself most of the time, and is very out of place in this world. But I never question why these ladies choose this life. Everyone has a story. It’s up to them whether they share that story with anyone.
“One of you specifically went against my order of not having any contact with Janie. Who. Was. It.”
They all start talking at once, denying they were involved. The information is as good as it gets so someone is lying.
I throw up my hand. “Shut the fuck up!”
The conversation ends immediately. All the brothers present, look at each other. I’m pissed. Normally, the girls get free reign. They can come and go as they please, work, go to school, as long as it doesn’t bring harm or brings the Law to the doorsteps of the Sinners. I’ve never raised a hand or voice to any of them. This is as angry as anyone has ever seen me with them. And it pisses me off that one of them did this.
“Prospect.” I point to David. “Grab their phones.”
He doesn’t hesitate to follow orders. He’s beyond pissed about what happened and the fact that he was almost killed too, he also wants to know who the hell is the cause of it.
He hands me each girl’s phone. I pace in front of them, my anger rising.
“Before I go through each of your phones, I’m going to give you one last chance to tell me the truth. One last chance to plead for my mercy.”
No amount of pleading will save whoever did this. Not only did they put, Alana, Tongue, and a prospect in danger, they’ve put every single person connected to the Sinners in danger. They allowed Janie to start a war where many are going to die. Some in this room.
Rachel stands on wobbly legs. “It was me.”
Before she can plead for her life, I yank my gun from the waistband of my jeans, aim, and pull the trigger. Her body crumples to the floor, and the girls’ screams fill the room. I shove the gun back into the waistband of my jeans. No remorse. No guilt. I have done what needed to be done.
“Shut up!”
Their screams stop. Only light whimpers continue. “I’m only going to say this once. If you are disloyal to the Sinners, it’s a death sentence. Let her death be a lesson to every one of you. Keep your fucking traps shut about Sinner business.”
I face Reaper. “Get rid of her.”
