Red stared at him. Tony didn’t seem to have an ounce of remorse for putting the club in danger, and worse, his baby brother. He clenched his fist, ready to take a swing at Tony for his goddamn stupidity.
“Baxter, stand down.” Craig got to his feet, clearly anticipating trouble.
“He’s put the lives of his entire club at stake. For what?” Red snapped. “Money? Power?”
Tony barked out a bitter laugh. “You think it’s just me? Mom and Dad and Grandpops were involved in this from the beginning, Red.”
“I didn’t see that.” He’d never have gotten involved with the club if he had.
Even from a kid, Red had a strong moral compass. He’d known some of the club members were involved in petty crime, but he’d stayed clear of them. He’d had no idea about Tony and his family.
“Your parents. Was it a car accident?”
They’d been killed outright in a collision with a semi about thirteen years earlier. At least that was the story Tony had told him.
“It was an accident,” Tony said, and he looked genuinely distraught. “They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“And you took over, including the family business,” Red spat.
“Dad had been grooming me for some time. I was ready. I knew what I had to do.”
“And Kit?”
Tony shrugged. “He’s never had any interest in the family business or the club.”
“But he knows about it?”
“Some,” Tony allowed. “I kept him away from most of it. If anything happens to me, he’s taken care of, but the club goes to my seconds.”
“The club needs to vanish,” Red warned. “Everyone who can get out of the city should. The cartel will come after them too.”
“We’re dealing with it,” Craig said.
“And why the fuck is CDR involved in this shady bullshit?”
Craig sighed. “Not my decision, brother. I wouldn’t have gone near this, nor would Quinn. But it’s above our paygrade. I’m a Biker Daddy Bodyguard. The only thing I care about is keeping Kit alive. He needs us. The rest of it is in Dominic’s hands, including Tony.”
Red gave a curt nod. That was all he was interested in too. The wolf patch he’d been so proud to wear was coming off his jacket. The club was dead to him. “I’m going to check on Kit.”
“You keep your hands off my brother. He’s not for you,” Tony snapped. “Do you hear me?”
Red got in Tony’s space, almost nose-to-nose with him. He saw Tony’s eyes widen, and realized he wasn’t used to being challenged like this. Red knew he could be intimidating when he was angry. Good. He needed Tony to know their friendship was over.
“You forfeited your rights to tell me what to do. Kit is no longer your concern. Anything that happens between me and Kit is down to us, not you. Doyouhearme?”
Tension crackled between them. Red waiting, expecting Tony to take a swing at him. He’d always been known for his volatile temper. Red knew Craig would have his back, but he could put Tony on the floor. The man wasn’t used to fighting.
Thump!
Tony looked up, distracted by the sudden noise, as if someone was running across the roof.
“Either Santa’s arrived early or Kit has decided to run away,” Craig drawled.
Red huffed out a breath.
“From the shouting, I’m guessing it’s not Santa.”
They all heard Jace yelling for Red from the top of the stairs.
