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Grim pinched the bridge of his nose. “Every single one of you assholes thinks it’s okay to fucking go rogue when shit goes down.”
Rael held up his hands with a snicker. “Only when it concerns my Nylah.”
Grim shot him a look.
“Okay. Yeah, I do that shit all the time.” Rael didn’t appear sorry either.
That was my point. We did what we needed to do, and when the Reaper decided shit had to be taken care of, then there wasn’t anything left to say.
Grim opened his mouth to reply when Mammoth, the V.P., knocked and poked his head inside the room. “We’ve got a problem.”
“Of course we do,” Grim spat, squaring his shoulders back and cracking his neck. “Church.Now.” The tone of his voice dared us to refuse, and I knew better than to risk his wrath.
With a sigh, I heaved my ass out of the chair and made my way to the chapel. My cousin leaned against the wall, ticking his head in my direction as I approached. “What is it, Bodie?”
“Feelin’ antsy. Somethin’ ain’t right.”
No shit. Nothin’ had been right for a long ass fucking time now, but I didn’t remind him of that. “Yeah.”
His hand landed on my shoulder, squeezing once. His Reaper felt the anguish and sorrow I tried to hide, sensing the rage of my own Reaper. “I got you. You’re my cousin and my brother. That shit is blood deep and then some.”
I knew that. Didn’t change shit about losing my ol’ lady, though.
Giving a stiff nod, I acknowledged his attempt to help. “Thanks.”
Grim entered ahead of us, and we filed inside, followed by all the officers in the club. Mammoth must have spread the word because it wasn’t more than five minutes before Grim was banging the skull-shaped gavel down on the massive table set between us and declaring the meeting had started.
“Listen up. We’ve got shit going down. Fill us in, Mammoth.”
“There have been a few instances where our property has been vandalized. Both instances occurred when Chaos worked the night shift.”
Great. “You think I’m a target?”
“I think the evidence points that way,” Mammoth replied with a shake of his head. “You need to watch your back.”
“We increase security,” Rael announced. “No brother rides alone until this shit is sorted.”
Grim nodded his agreement. “We’ll find out what’s happening, but we need to play this smart. Drag out who is fucking with the club and find out why. Everyone stay sharp.”
He dismissed the short session, and I left, walking to the bar. I needed a stiff drink. Wraith joined me, watching as I reached for the whiskey and threw back a shot. The burn settled my nerves a little as it hit my stomach.
“You good?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“Yeah, I’d be the same. I’m here for you, brother. Remember that.”
“I know,” I acknowledged, not wanting to talk about it as I turned on the stool, facing the rest of the common room.
Most of the families were here today, putting up Halloween decorations in preparation for the annual party we held at the Crossroads, welcoming all the kids for candy and games in the afternoon, then turning shit up a notch after dark.
Wraith remained on my right, leaning against the bar as his lips curled upward, his shit-eating grin so damn wide I thought he’d split the seams and end up deformed like Batman’s nemesis, the Joker. His gaze focused on his seventeen-year-old son Zane and the hell he was currently being put through. I had to admit the shit was funny.
Gina’s daughter Olivia sat on a stool facing Zane, a wide variety of cosmetics spread out on the bar top within reach. His nails already dazzled a vivid purple, sparkling in the light. On his head, a variety of colored butterfly clips pulled the strands of his dark hair in numerous directions.
Olivia picked up a pallet of colors, swiping a brush through a bright pink circle in her makeup collection. A giggle escaped her throat as she applied the blush to Zane’s cheeks.
“Saturday afternoon, and what am I doing?” Zane asked, his expression sour. “Getting my hair, makeup, and nails done by a nine-year-old.”
