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“What are you doing?” Holly asked as I left my bike.
“Taking you home, Holly, to the clubhouse.” I gestured with my head for her to get into the car. “Don’t care about the bike,” I said before she even questioned me on it.
Hades and Kobra, the heart of the brotherhood, were fighting for survival. They couldn’t protect the brotherhood or their family right now. But I could.
Holly got into the car and pulled Ollie, who was asleep as a result of what I assumed was pain killers, into her arms.
Gripping the steering wheel, I knew now everything Wrench had taught me before he stepped down and every phone lecture I had gotten from Hades over the last two years would be what I depended on to get the Mother Chapter to survive this.
I knew what I had to do. Protect the family—the brotherhood. Never wanted to be the Mother Chapter president. Patching up as vice president scared the shit out of me. But the laws laid down by Hades was that if this were to happen, the North got the power, and I was the president. Thus, the responsibility on getting the club through this, keeping Hades’s family safe, all fell to me.
Everyone knew the Mother Chapter was the heart, and all other clubs came off it. Whoever had done this had attacked the Mother Chapter, planning to wipe out the heart of the club.
I was now acting Mother Chapter president.
They had called a war and won the first fight, but the war was far from over. If they thought they could wipe us out without us fighting back like a dying wild animal, they were wrong.
24
Kobra’s Opal Preview
SIX YEARS AGO
A year in prison is meant to change you. But the only thing that changed was the date and time, as I paced in a cell—waiting for freedom again. Frozen, and forced to wait a sentence before I could make it up to her. I left her at a time where she needed me. Nah fuck that. She didn’t need me. Her life as she knew it, depended on me being beside her. Instead, I left her, at the train station, with half a million in a black bag and a ticket out of our hometown.
Opal Lopez.She was the girl that I didn’t just love, she consumed me. Every decision I made since I was sixteen, she stood by me. She never judged me. Even though I was the son of the most feared man in Australia. Having a father that carried the name Hades, and his reputation—made me feel like I had to prove myself as a man. I was trying to craft my own reputation, in the shadows of a father that struck fear not just within the underworld but the entire country.
Every man that rode with his leather cut, wanted one thing—to have a purpose, other then the brotherhood to keep living. Opal Lopez gave me that purpose and I royally fucked up.
I brought my fist to her wooden door. The rain was belting down, whipping across my body. The wind was blowing the rain in.
Spent a year in prison, and only saw my old man once. Nearly killed my mom. I could tell from her letters. My sisters struggled with the separation. Yet, I don’t go home, and I know Dad knows I’m a free man today. Instead, I walked to the nearest train station. Caught a train into the capital and here I am, standing in front of Opal’s front door, banging my fist on it for her to home.
It was summer. I was putting off telling Opal that I had chargers pending. That was when she told me, that she was pregnant. I fucking panicked. I was looking at time. All I knew was, it wasn’t going to be months. Opal was sitting in the passenger seat—crying. Telling me she needed me. And what did I do?
I had half a million in boot of the car from the rent and street taxes I collected early that day. There was bad blood boiling with the Winston’s—an enemy family to our club. I couldn’t let Opal be pregnant unprotected. I needed her to leave town.
So, I rode to the train station. Got her a ticket and gave her a black bag. Told her to leave town. I never explained I was facing time, or the threats from the Winston’s. I told her to leave.
She got out of the car, and the last time I saw her was in my rear-view mirror—as I drove back into town.
The sad part? It took me a month into my sentence before I realise my fuck up. I should’ve fucking told her about the threats every Kincaid was riding around with on their back. I should’ ve explained that I was facing time and didn’t want her getting hurt. Instead, I acted like my father would, even though I swore I was nothing like him. That night, I acted exactly like Hades Kincaid would have.
A whole year, I spent locked up. Not being able to reach her, because I didn’t know if she had gotten on the train or not. I had no fucking idea where she was. And that was all on me. Sat down with my old man six months into my sentence, after my soul had been eaten alive with the same questions. Was she okay? Did she keep our baby? I told Hades about Opal being pregnant and my reaction. I came clean, like he was a priest and not my president or father.
Hades told me I was fucking stupid. But I already knew that. He went on to tell, he would have made sure she was safe. But I reacted in the moment. I asked him to track her down. Dad came through, just as my sentence was ending. I got mail. A report that couldn’t be read to a non-member, who couldn’t read the code words. Bikers and almost every club, had their own codes and way of speaking through prison letters.
The inspector didn’t censor any of the information out because they didn’t understand it. But I did. I knew her address from that report.
I banged on the door again. The porch lights flicked on. Then the door opened. I lost my breath for a second. A solid year. I lived with the last image of her within my mind, blurry from a rear-view mirror.
“Kobra—”
I cut her words off. I moved in like a snake and kissed her before she could tell me to fuck off. I kissed her like she was still mine. I kissed her as if, it would make up for what I did. It was desperate. But the depression didn’t hit me, till I she didn’t kiss me back.
She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me back. I could see the tears in her eyes. Her breathing is sharp, and the anger is radiating off her in waves.
“Why are you here?” She says through clenched teeth, and her eyes run over me. As if she wants to make sure I’m okay. “Is something wrong?”
