Page 45 of Concede

Chapter 24

Maverick

It’s been a week since I have let myself cross that line. The one that says this is your best friend's sister who is too young for you. I’ve been going into her room every night. It’s taken extreme self-control not to go too fast. It puzzles me that I actually have held out this long. Like I said before, she’s different and I want to treat her differently. She’s not a typical club girl. I enjoy talking to her, I enjoy just laying with her and feeling her skin against me, which I have literally never done in my twenty-nine years of life.

I wanted to strangle Skittles when I saw him dancing with her. Yes, I know Chasity was just all over me right before, but that’s just what goes on at the club. It doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ve made it clear for every woman here. I'm not looking for a relationship. I’m free to do what I want when I want. I don’t have to answer to anyone, although I found myself explaining to Tanner why I can’t just change my lifestyle at the drop of a hat.

Not only would Dom kick my ass, but it also just isn’t what I’m meant to have. I'm meant to be the MC president; I can’t be both. That doesn't stop me from kissing her almost every time I see her or getting highly pissed off when another man touches her. She’s mine. I know she can never actually be mine, but she is.

I’m sitting at the table, we just had church and I’m talking with Boston about patching in the prospects next month.

“Prez, there’s a situation.” Romeo clears his throat.

What’s fucking new?

“Cops are here,” he says as I follow him to the door.

“Can I help you?” I ask the two uniformed officers that stand on my porch.

“Zeke LeBlanc?” The officer asks.

“That’s me.”

“We are sorry to inform you, but we are here to notify you about Johnathan Boulder. He was found deceased this morning. You were his emergency contact and that was the only information we could find on him.”

My stomach clenches. Jonathan Boulder. Scar.

“We need you to identify the body when you are able.” The other officer adds.

I swallow hard. “I’ll come now.”

The officers nod and walk back to their squad car. Scar has been with the club for six years. He’s been loyal to a fault and a great friend.

“Prez, want me to get Dom?” Widow asks as I step out onto the porch.

“Yeah. I need him with me.” I light up a cigarette.

Damn it, Scar. Thirty-eight is too fucking young.

Dom went with me to identify the body. I hate this place. The last time I was here I had to identify my father. A sweat breaks out on my skin as we walk through the entrance. The officer leads us down a hallway to a set of double doors.

“Let me check with the coroner first,” he says as he pushes through.

“You good?” Dom asked as he leaned against the wall.

He knows it’s hard for me to be here.

“Okay, come on back.” The officer motions and holds open the door. I step through as Dom follows close behind.

“Mr. LeBlanc.” The coroner greets me with a nod.

He knew my father well. I stand next to a body with a white cloth draped over it. The coroner pulls down the sheet, revealing Scar’s lifeless face.

I shook my head and let out a deep breath. “It’s him.”

The officer nods, and we walk back out to the hallway. Dom and I didn’t speak as we made our way to our bikes. It always hurts when you lose a brother. I just wish we knew why.

Before we left earlier, the officers said they found him in his apartment. His neighbor went over for their weekly visit, and he didn’t answer. She got nervous so she called the super. The cause of death was not visible so they are performing an autopsy that should take a few days to get the exact cause. I guess we have a funeral to plan.

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