Page 32 of Grace's Revelation
“I need to talk to you about something.” He turned toward his office before I agreed. He was confident I would follow.
I did, but soon, I wouldn’t be following anyone’s orders except my own.
My dad’s office was a square box in the center of the compound. It had no windows and only one way in and out. Or so you would think.
The closet behind his desk led down a set of stairs and into a series of rooms and tunnels underneath the compound.
I had never been through it, didn’t really know where it let out and in what direction. I asked him about it once when I was a kid. He said when I became President one day that he’d show me.
Rumor has it, the rooms were actually a makeshift prison where the old guard would hold, hide, and get rid of people.
The gang was hard-core when my dad was young; I hoped we had evolved a little since then.
“Have a seat.” He pointed to one of two wooden chairs. They were meant to make the person sitting in them feel uncomfortable. Especially with their back to the door. We didn’t chitchat, or shoot the shit in my dad’s office.
It was reserved for serious Dragons business.
He stood and steepled his hands together.
My back remained stark straight.
“You haven’t been around a lot in the last three weeks.” He frowned.
It wasn’t a question and I didn’t offer an answer.
“I’m not sure what’s going on with you,” He cocked his head. “Is there something I should know?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Things are fine. I’ve been … seeing someone.”
He smirked.
“Really.” He sat on the edge of his desk. “Someone I know?”
“No, you don’t know her. “ I leaned back. “She lives in Virginia Beach. I met her at Bikerfest. Been spending a lot of time back and forth.”
“Why don’t you bring her around?”
“Not going to happen.” I chuckled.
“Are you ashamed of us?” My father laughed.
I stared up at him. In all honesty, I could say, yeah.
“No. She’s just not into the biker life, you know.” It was true enough. Gracie wasn’t about this biker club’s life. She was set on seeing it destroyed. I hoped it didn’t take us both out in the process.
“Well give her time, son.” He nodded and stood up and sat behind his desk.
I sighed in relief. Being so close to the man who essential killed my brother made it hard to be in striking distance and not strike.
“I thought it might be Vipers stuff.” He said.
“Why would I do business with the Vipers without telling you?” I leaned forward.
“The Vipers aren’t as evil as they once were. They are big in numbers, but have no real organization and so many rogue sects. I stopped worrying about the Vipers a long time ago.” My dad nodded.
“Even the one who killed my brother?” I stared into his eyes. Looking for a flinch, a flicker of recognition or guilt.
“You know they took him out when we put away that sect in Philly.” He nodded. “The Vipers can be useful for something after all.”
