Page 33 of Chaos
Sarah shrinks back in her chair. "He said, ‘Chaos, Fury, tell them Fiend’s a rat.’ That's all, I swear. I didn't know what it meant."
Fury's eyes meet mine, a silent conversation passing between us. If Biggy's accusation is true, we've got a brother that we all trusted feeding information to our enemies. He may even have set Biggy up to be killed.
“I’m safe now, right?" Sarah asks, her voice small. “I’m not in danger anymore. Now that I've told you, it's no longer a secret, right? They have no reason to—to silence me."
I almost laugh at her naivety, but there's nothing funny about this situation. “I’m afraid that's not how it works.”
Her face grows ashen. "Oh god. I really don’t want to die.”
“We're going to keep you safe.” Fury’s tone is gentler than I expect, given what we just learned.
"How?" Her voice cracks.
"You'll have a shadow," I explain. "Someone watching over you until we handle this situation."
I call Demon, our Sergeant at Arms. He answers on the first ring.
"Need you at Henry Ford Hospital. Now," I say without preamble. "Third floor. Protection detail for a civilian witness."
"On my way," he replies, no questions asked. That's Demon—solid, reliable, deadly when necessary.
I turn to Sarah, who watches me with wide, terrified eyes. "My brother, Demon, will be here in twenty minutes. He'll keep you safe."
“Demon?" she squeaks out, wringing her hands together. This girl looks like she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.
I think of Fiend—my trusted brother, who's stood beside me for years. Who knows every one of our operations, every weakness, every strength. Who’s at the clubhouse with my ol’ lady.
“Listen,” I tell Fury, keeping my voice level despite the rage building inside me. “I need to head back to the clubhouse."
Fury nods, understanding the unspoken message.
"Go," he says, his hand landing on my shoulder. "I'll hold things down here."
I stride down the hallway, already dialing Zeus. He picks up immediately.
"Where's Rowan?" I demand, pushing through the hospital doors into the cool night air.
“Not sure, prez.” His voice is steady, calm, not at all riled. “I’m not at the compound. I’m…uh…I’m…at the care home having tea with Eleanor.”
I consider telling Zeus more. Asking him to get back and keep tabs on Fiend, or to watch over Rowan, but Zeus and Fiend are tight. Best friends. After the shock of hearing Fiend’s a rat, I’m all fucked up.
Is Zeus a rat too?
Are they both traitors, working together to bring the club down for some reason? Fuck. I’m not even sure it’s true about Fiend. Something Biggy said on his deathbed. It could be nonsense, like Sarah thought. Delusional rantings of a dying man. But I can’t afford not to listen.
“Get back to the compound,” I bark out.
Ending the call, I stride out of the hospital, swing my leg over my bike, and fire up the engine. The night air whips against my face as I tear through the streets, pushing my Harley to its limits. My mind races with possibilities, each one darker than the last.
If Fiend betrayed us to the cartel, how deep does it go? What information has he shared? And most importantly, what's his endgame?
Chapter 15
Rowan
The lines of text in my pharmacology book swim before my eyes as I flip to the next page. Ten more drug interactions to memorize before I can call it a night. The clubhouse bar provides decent lighting, and the background music isn't too distracting. The truth is, I’m tired of the solitude of Chaos’s room.
Two prospects play pool in the corner, their cues clicking against the balls in a steady rhythm. A few patched members lounge on couches watching some sports game, a small cluster of cut sluts are gabbing in the corner, but other than that, the place is mostly empty. Most of the guys are either at work or handling whatever mysterious "club business" keeps Chaos away tonight.
