Page 15 of Shadow

I knew all of them.

Saw their disgust on their faces.

“We need to talk.”

“Got nothing to say, Kansas. I’m not welcome here. I know that.”

“You are in Diamondback Country and I’m the President. Inside now,” the man said, pushing off the truck before heading inside the clubhouse.

Fuck.

“He doesn’t like waiting.”

Turning, I spotted Monk, the Sergeant-of-Arms for the club, leaning against the bed of the truck. The man still looked the same.

Dead eyes, hardened stance and mean as hell.

Fucker was one of the men who kicked the living shit out of me the night I killed their brother, Jinx.

Walking up behind him were the other two who helped him that night.

Whisper and Widow.

The enforcers for the club.

Fuckers were deadly, and I wasn’t sure which one, but one of them had a nasty right hook. Rubbing my jaw, I could still feel that fucking punch after all these months.

“Well, lookie at what the cat dragged in,” Widow growled, as he crossed his arms over his massive chest. “My day just got a hell of a lot better.”

“Got a lot of nerve coming back here, fucker,” Whisper stated angrily.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

“Then you should have stayed away.”

“Prez said get inside. I suggest you do it before we do it for you,” Monk ordered angrily.

Looking back at the clubhouse door, I stood rooted in my spot.

The door seemed so fucking far away. The door could be open and welcoming, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk inside that clubhouse.

I couldn’t.

Shaking my head, I took a step back.

“Let’s go,” Monk walked past as his two henchmen came to stand on either side of me.

“I can’t.”

“Wasn’t a choice, asshole.”

“No. I really can’t.”

Monk turned back to face me. Getting close, the bastard sneered, “I don’t like you. You killed my brother. I don’t give a flying fuck if you can’t. If you don’t move your ass, I will drag you inside kicking and screaming like the little bitch you are. Now get fucking moving.”

“Monk!” a female chastised, swatting his arm.

Before I blinked, I was staring into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Yet, I had seen them before. They were familiar. I’ve looked into those eyes before. Only I couldn’t place them. When the woman smiled up at me, I frowned and whispered, “I know you.”

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