Page 29 of Biker Daddies

“I have a new business idea,” Poet, a prospect who has no idea he’s about to get patched in soon, pipes up.

“Let’s hear it.” Grizzly sits back.

Poet blushes. “I want to open a bookstore. I think it would do really well.”

“And I want to open a club. A dance club. Exclusive memberships only except for college nights,” Halo, another member, says.

Grizzly nods, running his fingers through his beard as he thinks. “Do you both have a marketing plan to give me?”

Poet and Halo both toss a packet on the table and both reports slide across the cherry oak until they stop right in front of him.

“I like the sound of them. I’ll look over it with Bookie to see what we can do,” Grizzly states. “I like going the straight and narrow. Let’s not forget one of our main missions though. A percentage of any earnings will go to relocating, saving, or whatever else is attached to domestic violence victims.”

“Yes, Prez,” Poet and Halo say in unison.

Prez slaps his hand on the table. “Alright, anything else?”

My eyes flicker to Alto, then Colt, waiting for them to say something, anything.

“Okay, moving on.”

Well, I guess that answers my question about how big the lie is going to be.

8

COLT

Fuck.

None of us said anything and we should have. It isn’t too late. Church isn’t over. At the end when everyone leaves, we can tell him. We can blame it on wanting privacy, but then we promised Harlow we wouldn’t tell him, but we have to say something.

“We have problems,” Prez begins. “The Serpent Devils MC are getting closer and closer to our territory, and I don’t fucking like it.”

Serpent Devils and Prez go way back. The Prez of the rival MC is someone he used to be close with.

It’s his brother.

The same MC that killed Grizzly’s old lady, Harlow’s mom, when Harlow was just a newborn. It’s been a constant war ever since. Since Grizzly’s brother didn’t kill Harlow’s mom himself, Grizzly and his brother made a pact.

They wouldn’t ever encroach on each other’s territory because Grizzly said if he saw any Serpent Devils, he’d kill them.

Brother or not.

“You okay, Prez?” Brander asks. “Have you talked to your brother about it?”

Grizzly lifts his lip in disgust, hatred flaring in his eyes. “No.”

There has been no love lost between the two men either. Grizzly hates his brother for not controlling his men more.

Prez looks down at his hand and twirls his wedding band around his finger. The man only got to wear that ring for a month or two before she died, but every time he twirls the gold band, a look of fresh pain always crosses his face.

“I’m done talking to him. He obviously doesn’t care about the rules in place.”

I know that tone. It’s one full of bloodlust and revenge.

He leans back in his chair, the leather squeaking, and he looks out the window, the hard edge of his jaw tight. “There has been an uptick in deaths all over the city. They all have one thing in common. Cocaine, but it’s never enough in their system to die from, but it’s what it is laced with. It’s unknown, a mixture of something, forensics thinks. It attacks the heart pretty quickly. There is one person who’s alive, but she’s in a coma right now in the hospital and they aren’t sure if she’s going to make it.”

“Damn,” Halo curses.

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