Page 45 of Shadow

“What was that?”

“Charity’s computer.”

I tensed up. Son of a bitch. I should have remembered. Faith was always the nosy sister. She had to know everything about everyone. Well, that was before everything happened. She didn’t mean any harm. She just loved finding things out, figuring out puzzles and such. If there was a secret within a five-mile radius, Faith would seek it out and wouldn’t stop until she solved it.

“Zeke?”

“Yeah.”

“You have to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Find the person who killed all those people five years ago.”

Sighing, I got up and started pacing. “Damn it, Faith. I wish you hadn’t snooped around. You weren’t meant to see that shit. You’ve got enough going on already. You don’t need that on your mind, too.”

“Itwas kind of cathartic. While reading through the files, I wasn’t thinking about anything else. And do you want to know something else, Zeke?”

“What?”

“I slept the night through last night. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t dream of Malachi. I don’t think I dreamed at all. I woke rested this morning.”

Kneeling before her, I took her hands in mine. “I’m happy for you, sweetheart, but I can’t have you around that shit. If the club finds out that you know their personal business, they could make my life a living hell. Fuck that. They will kill me. Club brothers are funny about those who know their personal business. They are going to be pissed when they learn that I know.”

“Zeke, I saw it all. I can’t unsee it.”

“Faith, I need you to try. Please. For me.” I begged. I loved my sister. I loved all of them, but there was something special about Faith. I know I shouldn’t have a favorite and maybe it was because Faith and I are so close in age. It would kill me if anything happened to her. I needed her to be safe.

My sister looked at me and sighed. Getting to her feet, I followed silently, pleading with her to let me handle this. I should have known she wouldn’t. My sister was stubborn. More so than Balthazar. When she said nothing and turned to walk back inside, I groaned. “Faith.”

My sister opened the screen door and said, “I can’t lose you, Zeke. Since you’ve been here, I’ve been getting better. Mom’s visit not included. Whatever you are involved with, I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me.”

Faith turned to face me. “Promise me then. Promise that whatever happens, you will live.”

I couldn’t promise that, and she knew it.

Shaking my head, I said nothing.

“That’s what I thought,” she solemnly said, before walking back into the house.

The second the door was closed, I turned and roared. “FUCK!”

It was damn near two in the morning when I pulled up outside Kansas’ house. All the lights were off, letting me know everyone was still sleeping. Parking my bike, I walked up the front steps just as the door was flung open.

“What the fuck are you doing here, asshole?” A club brother named Trigger sneered.

“Same reason as you, I suspect.”

“Bullshit.”

“Let him in, Trigger,” I heard Kansas say. Trigger stepped aside as I walked into the lion’s den.

“Dining room. Now,” Kansas ordered.

Following the man, he looked at me, then pointed at the chair at the end of the table. Sitting, I kept my mouth shut as I looked around at the faces all staring at me. To my left sat Trigger, Angel and Judd. Sitting at the head of the table was Kansas. On the other side of me sat Ashe, Fifty, Bongo and Lips.

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