Page 59 of Banshee
“It’s nice to meet you, Sheriff.” King turned his head to either side; a signal for us to sit. We holstered our guns, righting the tables that lay on the floor.
“I assume you are all legally allowed to carry?” the sheriff asked.
King didn’t answer, choosing to deflect instead.
“Despite the patch on my cut, we are not a one-percenter club; haven’t been for a number of years.”
“Not what I asked.”
King smiled at the sheriff. “Feel free to contact the sheriff in Diamond Creek, Nebraska. He’ll vouch for us. We came here only to stop a war.”
“I’d say you were unsuccessful.”
“Unfortunately,” King said with an exhausted sigh.
Everyone was quiet, aside from King. If the sheriff wanted to be a dick, he could haul us all in and run our rap sheets. More than a few of us would be sleeping in a cell if that happened.
“I’d appreciate it if you all got back home.”
“It’s where we’re headed, Sheriff.”
We all stood as one, and King held his hand out. When the sheriff took it, King thanked him for having our backs.
We didn’t waste time getting back on the highway, where we met up with Winchester. The ride home was somber in a way that was different from the ride out.
Before the meeting, we’d all held out hope that Skinner would see reason. That King would be able to talk with him and prevent the war from moving further.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t successful, and now it was time to plan our own strategies for winning. This wasn’t my first biker war. But it was new for several brothers who had joined us since we moved to Nebraska.
A move that was supposed to keep us out of this shit. Now that we knew what Steele and Stone had done, it wasn’t just the Death Dogs we were at war with. It was our own fucking club.
Now that we had proof that Steele and Stone had killed Titan, their father, there was little doubt that Steele had in fact set Chasm up in that warehouse. The fact that Grace was his daughter was inconvenient, but it wouldn’t stop King from doing what had to be done.
Steele had aligned the Silver Shadows with Skinner and the Death Dogs. I had a feeling Steele had burned every alliance his father had made since taking over. Leaving the Death Dogs his only choice.
He’d backed the wrong horse. A choice he would regret once he knew the allies King had secured.
Pulling into the clubhouse lot, Beck and Sam were outside ready to welcome home their men. I turned off my bike and swung my leg over. I walked up the few steps and just inside the door, there she was.
Waiting for me.
I pulled her into my arms and kissed the hell out of her. God, I loved having this woman in my life.
“You’re safe,” she whispered.
“I’m safe. And so are you. Skinner doesn’t know you’re here. He didn’t mention you, and that shit stain wasn’t even with him.”
“He doesn’t know?”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t know. You’re safe here. If you run, I can’t guarantee that. I need you to trust me.”
She looked up into my eyes and bit her lip. “I’ll try.”
At this moment, it was better than nothing.
Chapter Twenty
Aspen
