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No. “Cyrus.”
He settles his dark eyes on me. Cyrus is not only the head of this MC, but the head of this family. He’s a McKinley, Eli’s a McKinley and so am I. I don’t fool myself into thinking I won’t look just like Eli in twenty years and be a carbon copy of the man in front of me at fifty.
“We’ve been in Louisville, talking with the police.”
A muscle in my jaw twitches and Cyrus catches it.
“That’s it? You spent days away talking to the police? You’d think they’d want to talk to me and Violet instead of you.”
His expression darkens. I talked to the police the night we got back to Snowflake, but we haven’t been interviewed since. Pushing back, demanding information, that’s not like me, but I’m not an idiot. They may have met with the police, but they also met with the Riot. “Did you meet with Skull? Are they going to turn Fiend over?”
“We’re letting the police handle this,” Cyrus says.
A nonanswer. Because club business stays within its members and I’m not a member. Even if I was, there are things some members never know. For years, I watched Razor struggle with this, but accepting my place had never been an issue for me, until now.
“I would think letting myself be kidnapped so I could save Stone and then offering myself as a human shield for Violet would be enough to get me in the know.”
Cyrus places his hands on his hips, and right when I’m ready for him to try to deflect the conversation again, he tilts his head to the clubhouse. “Church. Now.”
He walks ahead, I follow. We enter the clubhouse and one by one the board members watch as we pass, then also fall into line. Cyrus’s hand slams on the door to the stairs and he jogs up. First door on the right and I walk into Church.
This room is a sacred place for the club, but it’s not a place of worship. It’s where decisions are made, problems are dissected. It’s a place where whatever is discussed stays. To be in here requires trust from one person to the next.
I’ve been in here before. Snuck in with Oz and Razor when we were kids, but I haven’t been in here in years. Cyrus tore our asses inside out when he caught us playing in here. He taught us then that we needed to respect this club and its ways.
If he couldn’t trust us, he said, how could we trust them? Brotherhood, family...it requires trust.
Place looks the same as it did then. Huge black Reign of Terror banner on the wall with the half skull and fire blazing out of the eyes and fire raining down around it. The long wooden boardroom-style table is in the middle with the chairs gathered around it.
Cyrus takes a seat at the head of the table and the rest of the board members drop into chairs. Razor’s dad, Hook, is in here and so is Oz’s dad, Man O’ War. Besides me, Pigpen is the youngest guy in here and then there’s Eli. Not officially a board member, but he is the most respected man in the club.
“Did you meet with the Riot?” I ask, and all heads turn in Cyrus’s direction. I don’t have the right to ask that question as I’m not patched in and everyone will back Cyrus up if he doesn’t answer.
“We met with the police. We meant what we said. We are going full letter of the law on this. In fact, the police want to meet with you and Violet tomorrow night. They want to show you pictures. Have you confirm the people they’re looking for.”
“I’m in.” I’m assuming Violet will be, too. “What else is going on?”
Cyrus shares a long glance with Eli, and when Eli looks over at me, he tugs on his earlobe. “Chevy, you aren’t patched in yet.”
Anger kicks me hard in the chest. “Are you kidding me? I risked my life and this is how I’m treated?”
“How do you want to be treated?” Eli asks like he can’t see I’m thirty seconds from flipping the table.
“With respect.”
“Then you’re saying you want to be part of this club? That when we hand you a cut you’d accept without hesitation, because we know how your mom feels about us and we know how you feel about her. We also know that Violet broke up with you over us. It’s a shit thing for us to ask, but when push comes to shove, are you able to handle being a part of this club when the two women you love the most are going to hate you for it?
“Because when you become a member, you understand what’s said in this room, stays in this room. That anything pertaining to the club stays club business. Even when doing so causes problems for you in other areas of your life. Can you handle that?”
Violet
THANKS TO CHEVY and me being kidnapped, Cyrus’s log cabin and the clubhouse across the yard are crawling with Reign of Terror members. They flow in and out of both buildings like the busy worker bees that they are. There are men who belong to this chapter, and men who belong to other chapters. Most of them took turns watching over my hospital room, the hallway leading to my hospital room and every entrance to the hospital. I should feel gratitude, but I can’t help the twinge of malice.
If it weren’t for this MC, I never would have been kidnapped.
Brandon sits in the chair in front of me on Cyrus’s porch and he’s gone into excruciating detail about Jurassic World. It’s not the first time he’s seen it. In fact, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched it with him, but he saw it with Oz and Razor while I was in the hospital and Brandon needs to feel like I didn’t miss anything while I was gone.
He wants a pet raptor. Yes, he understands they aren’t real, but Brandon likes to live in pretend worlds sometimes and more often than not I indulge him in stepping a toe into his fantasy realms, if only because reality is too exhausting.
