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“He has his reasons.” Cobra’s gaze rounded the table. His irritation reached down into the marrow of my bones. He didn’t appreciate Storm keeping secrets, but what could he do? Not a damn thing. “He wants to deal with it himself.” Because he didn’t trust us with whatever he’d discovered.
“Bullshit. You can’t let our brother go down there with only a few to back him up. I’ll meet him there.” Bone’s reply stunned me.
Cobra stared at the phone for a long second. “I thought—”
“He’s my brother. I’m going.”
Holy shit. Bone’s moods changed faster than Midwest weather.
“I appreciate it, brother,” I told him honestly.
“Good. This is the way church should go.” Dad nodded and gulped his drink. “Now it’s time to get down to the details. Are you planning to bring Reign to Fargo?”
“Yes.” I wiped my hands on my jeans.
“And if she doesn’t want to leave with you?” Bone asked.
“She doesn’t have a choice.”
“If she belongs to Keg, you leave her there.” Dad leveled his steely gaze at me.
“Can’t do that.” I leaned forward and pointed at each man at the table. “Not one of you would leave your woman with an abusive prick. You know Reign. She wouldn’t be with that fucker if she had a choice.”
“I saw the photos,” Stitch muttered through clenched teeth. “The bruising on her face isn’t from a fall. She’d been punched. Multiple times. Her nose is slightly off-center like it’d been broken.” He tightened his jaw and rolled his hands into fists. “If I wasn’t needed here, I’d storm the Hell’s Bells bar, beat the shit out of all of them, and put them six feet under.”
Spectre and I pounded our fists on the table.
Stitch had seen a lot of domestic violence and child abuse in the ER. The images of Reign had ignited the smolder in his belly into a full-blown blazing fire. My brother had made it his personal mission to eliminate every abuser in the country: vigilante-style, in the dead of night. He was the guy who’d defend a child being yelled at in the grocery store or a woman getting assaulted in a parking lot. Stitch never hesitated to protect women and children.
“We don’t need more trouble in Fargo.” Cobra rubbed the side of his face. “We have our children to think of now. Our women.” He turned toward Hustler. “The climate in the club has changed.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I stood, having had enough of his shit. As president, Cobra was responsible for the club’s safety. I understood what was at stake, but I wouldn’t stand for him treating Reign like she was insignificant. “Fucking order me to stay so I can tell you to fuck off!”
“You have to let him go,” Bone said. “It’s only right, brother.”
“Not one of us in this room would stand by knowing a woman was getting abused,” Stitch replied.
“Are you going to support me or not?” I was prepared to turn in my cut.
I had chosen my club over Reign once before. I wouldn’t do it a second time.
“Son of a bitch. We’ll vote on it. All in fav—”
Hands rose, and “ayes” bounced off the concrete walls. The quick responses made my chest tight. All my brothers supported me. This was the kind of renowned brotherhood for which the Knight’s Legion MC was known.
“Okay, then. I’ll shut the fuck up now.” Cobra reclined in his seat.
“About time.” I sat back down.
“How we gonna do this?” Bone asked.
Cobra nodded at me to answer.
“Storm is sending Ire, Hollywood, and Maddox. They’ll be at a hotel an hour from the Bell’s bar at noon. From there, we’ll plan our attack.” A chill speared down my spine.
Fighting didn’t scare me. Killing the scum of the Earth didn’t faze me.
But blood would be shed tomorrow. I hoped to hell it wasn’t any of my brothers’ or my woman’s.
