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Cole grinned. “Not making any promises on that one, bro.”
“Did I fuck up?” he asked in all seriousness and watched the grin fade from his VP’s face.
“Only one that can answer that is you, Wolf. You tell me. Did you?”
Wolf didn’t answer, he just dropped his eyes to stare unseeing at the deck.
Cole stood. “Go home, Wolf. Drink a bottle of Jack and sleep it off. Either you shake her off or you don’t. Only time is gonna tell.”
Wolf got to his feet. Cole pulled him close in a bear hug and pounded on his back. “Love you, Brother.”
“Love you, too, man.”
When they broke apart, Cole smacked him open-handed in the face, right where Dog had decked him.
“Ow. Fuck, man.”
Cole grinned. “I’m letting you off easy. That should have been a punch.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Wolf sat at the table in the clubhouse’s meeting room. Mack had called an emergency meeting just after he’d pulled away from Cole’s house.
They all sat there, staring at Mack. Wondering what this was about.
“Just got word. Lost two men from the Temecula Chapter.” Then he looked right at Wolf. “Digger and Weed.”
There were shocked murmurs throughout the room.
> “What?” Wolf barked. “How?”
“They were found shot dead at the drop. Thirty-year old bartender along with them.”
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered.
The eyes of every brother in the room swung to him. Wolf’s gaze moved from Mack to Cole, who sat at his President’s left.
“The Heroin was long gone.” Mack drew his attention back with that statement. “You want to tell me what happened?”
Wolf frowned. “What happened? I don’t know what the fuck happened. They were all alive when I left.”
“Humor me. Let’s go over it.”
Wolf grit his teeth. He didn’t like being questioned, not about his loyalty to this club. Not about two brothers being murdered. But he understood Mack’s need as President to get to the bottom of what happened. “I met them at the bar. Place was empty except for the two of them and the bartender. Santos’ men came in, we made the deal. They left. I left a couple minutes later. Weed was hitting on the bartender, wanted to finish a beer he’d just ordered. I walked out, got on my bike and rode away. End of story.”
Mack and Cole studied him.
Finally, Cole nodded and looked at Mack.
“You saw no one else? No one pulling in? No one pass you on the road?” Mack drilled him.
He shook his head. “No one. Didn’t pass another soul headed back that way for at least half a mile. Place is out in the sticks.”
Cole looked to Mack, asking, “We got a plan? Any suspects?”
Mack shook his head. “Santos got his money. It’s possible his men came back to get the drugs back, but it would fuck-up a long standing relationship, and for what? No,” Mack shook his head again. “Doesn’t make sense.”
“Random hit?”
