Page 16 of Logan
Problem is, no matter how big you get, there’s always someone looking to cut you down.
And now, there’s noise about a ghost from the past.
“I called church because we have a ghost popping up that seems like they’re ready to start some trouble,” I say, scanning the table. “Most of you weren’t around when we had issues with this club, but you’ve heard the stories. The Savage Knights seem to have reestablished, and they’ve got a vendetta to settle.”
I let it sink in. No flinches. No murmurs. Just the kind of stillness that means they’re listening.
“I wasn’t around when this went down, so I brought in someone else to shed some light.”
I nod to Dom. He opens the door, and my father steps inside.
The shift in the room is immediate. Every man stands. Respect, pure and simple. Twisted was President long before me, and he earned every inch of that title.
He joins me at the head of the table and starts talking, his voice even but weighted. When he gets to the part about finding my mom at the Savage Knights’ clubhouse beaten, raped, promised as payment to some piece of shit VP my fists clench so tight my knuckles ache.
I’ve never liked thinking about anyone hurting her. I like it even less knowing who it was and what my father had to do to make it right.
When he tells them about killing Preacher, the Knights’ President, I see a flicker of something in the brothers’ faces. Not fear. Not shock. Something closer to respect.
Once he’s done, I take over again. “From what Matt from our Carson Charter told me, the Savage Knights are starting to gain power again. We thought they were done, but something’s given them a second wind. As far as I’m concerned, the score was settled a long time ago, but there are whispers they’ve got unfinished business. The threat isn’t serious enough for a lockdown, but I want eyes open. Know where your people are. If this turns into more, you’ll hear it from me first. Dismissed.”
Chairs scrape. Boots hit the floor. My father lingers, watching me. “Your mother’s on edge,” he says.
“Tell her I’ve got it handled.” I mean it. I’d burn the world down before I let anything touch my family.
He claps a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. “Sometimes you can’t stop the car from going sideways. That doesn’t define you. How you handle it afterward does.”
I nod. I know he’s right, but it’s easier said than done.
Alison’s voice cuts through the last of my thoughts. She steps into the doorway with a folder. “Monthly reports. Also info on our new employee so Dom can run a check. She starts tonight.”
“You can’t have her start till we vet her. You know that.” My tone is sharp.
“I know. But this is different. Shaina vouched for her.” She smiles, and I already feel the beginnings of a headache.
No.
“You better not be talking about—”
“I’m talking about my awesome new bartender Mac,” she says. She grins at my dad. “You should come meet her, Uncle T. She’s the best.”
By the time she walks off, laughing, I’m two seconds from going after her. My dad stops me with one look.
“Kenzie? She’s back?”
“Yeah. Saw her at the club the other night. They think it’s funny. It’s not.”
“Why’s it a problem? Thought you broke it off.”
“I did.” That’s all I give him. No one knows why, and they’re not going to.
He reminds me that I’ve got no authority over Ambrosia. Tells me to either let it go or deal with it. Then, like it’s nothing, he leaves me standing there with my own damn thoughts.
Mackenzie is back in my life. And if I can’t kick her out, maybe I need to make her want to leave.
Chapter Eight
Mackenzie
