Page 5 of Savage Sin

I take a knee at the poor bastard’s side. There’s nothing left of his face. The man who did this thought he was killing Rage and that has me on high alert all over again. I fish for a wallet or anything that tells me something I can use. I come back with a bag of E and an ID the runner never tried looking for. He probably thought the dead man’s missing face and the Savage cut would be enough for him to collect a bounty on.

Dumb shit.

I hold up the driver’s license in the headlight, stunned at what I read. “Crowley Williams from Haven, Tennessee.”

Riot sucks air between his teeth. “How much you wanna bet he’s a Dirty Sinner?” He pauses. “But what the hell is a Haven boy doing up here?”

Our friend, Reaper, has his own biker gang down that way and this is one of his crew, I’m guessing.

“Get Reaper on the phone. Send him a picture of this ID. Find out what you can.”

Wolfe points at my hand. “What’s in the black baggie?”

Riot takes the small black baggie from me and holds it up. “E. Short for Euphoria. A drug Ares’ brothers are running through our territory. A good old recipe that’s now killing tens of college students who think it’s a miracle drug. We should be hunting down more of his brothers instead of hunting down Rage.”

Anger churns in my gut. Not this again. “Riot,” I warn. We’ve had this argument every day since Rage disappeared and it’s growing tiresome.

“Prez, Rage is a big boy who can take care of himself. This is all bullshit and you know it. If he’s gone off and hooked himself on this shit again…” Riot drags his hands through his hair, walks to the middle of the road and blows a blast of hot air into the cool morning.

When he’s gathered himself, he comes back and says, “We finally have all the names behind the faceless members of Society 69. How long before they all go to ground if they haven’t already?”

Disgust latches onto his words. I understand where he is coming from, but some things take priority over others.

“Family first. Rage first. We make sure he’s okay and then we take care of business. There’s no other way. What if it was Lilith out there again?”

He turns a ghostly pale. “Yeah, I know. Rage is like a brother to me, too. I’m just fucking scared, prez.”

Those words don’t come easy for a man like him and I know it.

I put my hands on his shoulders and face him while the other two hang back for a minute.

“Lilith sacrificed a lot to get those names, and every damn day I watch her battle the demons she’s lived with for six years.”

“And we will slay those demons, mine, yours. But Rage needs us. We are all he’s got.”

“Copy that, Prez. Sorry I lost it there for a minute.”

A cautious look comes over his expression.

“What?”

“That tattoo. The one on the guy’s neck.Sangre por sangre. It sounds familiar.”

I nod. “Rage’s brother.”

“Shit, that’s right.” Dragon comes over and Wolfe is right beside him.

“There’s no way he’s riding around pretending to kill his brother. Someone is playing games that have cost people their lives. What the fuck is going on here?”

I turn to Wolfe. “Let’s find out.”

Riot takes the ID from me and pulls his phone out. “Let me make that call to Reaper. We can at least find out who the dead guy is.”

A few seconds later, he has answers. “Reaper says the man at your feet is a new prospect for the Dirty Sinners. He was up here on an errand for the club. He was due to report last night, but never showed up for the video call.”

I nod and take in the information.

“Reaper wants to know if you need him?”

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