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I woke up snuggled against her soft body. I could feel her breath tickling my chest and her arms around my waist. The softness of her body soothed me as flashbacks of what I’d done filtered into my brain. As much as I wanted to continue to berate myself, holding Linsey eased my soul. A peace settled deep inside me, allowing me to come to terms with what I did. I knew on some level I would always feel some agonizing hatred for what I’ve done, but that was life.
Opening my eyes, I saw I was no longer in the clubhouse but in a hospital room. Linsey lay next to me on the bed, asleep as a machine softly tracked my heart rate. Looking around the room, I saw Montana sitting in a chair near the window, looking directly at me.
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” I groaned, “What the hell happened?”
“Shot in the leg. How you didn’t feel it, I will never understand. The bullet nicked your femoral artery. You lost a shit ton of blood and needed two transfusions. Fuck Gregory, you almost died.”
Looking away, I stared at the ceiling. What could I say about that? Linsey moaned, snuggling closer to me. Her soft, sweet scent filled my nose. Holding her closer, I turned back to Montana. “Who is with my girls?”
“Fury, Happy and my parents.”
“Vicious, I need to apologize. What happened was my fault. As President, it’s my responsibility to make sure that everything runs smoothly. I failed.”
“You couldn’t have known. None of us did. It was just a shitty circumstance that only had one outcome. I know that now. I’ve been laying here replaying everything in my head and no matter what I think I should have done differently, it all ends the same. Does it fucking suck? Yeah, it does, but Malice is right. I can either dwell on my actions or move on. I’m choosing to move on. Does that make me a dick? Possibly, but I don’t give a shit. All I care about is protecting Linsey and ensuring my girls get the life they desire. Everything else doesn’t fucking matter. So don’t beat yourself up too much.”
Montana sighed, rubbed his face as he looked down at his shoes. Something else was wrong. I’d known Montana long enough to know when something was bothering him. As much as I wanted to believe all the tension and worry in his face and body was because of me, I knew differently. I didn’t need to prove to Montana that I could handle myself. He knew.
“Spit it out. What?”
“Alexander Galveston is in the wind. He never showed up at the hotel. No one has seen him.”
“He’ll show. Eventually. Till then, I’ll keep my woman and the girls close,” I muttered, kissing the top of Linsey’s head. My eyes narrowed. There was something more. Something he didn’t want to tell me. “What? Just tell me.”
“Got word regarding your old club.”
Now that had my attention. “What?”
“Chaos made a play for the seat.”
“And?”
“It’s not good, brother.”
“Tell me.”
“Chaos shot Ghost. The club is on lockdown. Those loyal to Ghost have secured themselves within the compound. Chaos and a few others managed to escape. They’re holed up in the old Shenandoah Mills factory. My source tells me he’s seen Chaos on multiple occasions with Steele from Satan’s Angels. He’s been recruiting like crazy, trying to build up his numbers. If he attacks again, those at the clubhouse won’t have a chance.”
I smirked. That’s what he thought, but I knew differently. Those loyal to Ghost weren’t just regular men. They were deadly. Bullseye alone wasn’t called the assassin for nothing. Add in Phantom and Sandman and, well, that trio alone could inflict some major damage. If push came to shove, I knew Phantom wouldn’t think twice about calling in her brother Merc and his merry band of misfits. Then there was the alliance with King and the Sons of Hell M.C.
No, all Chaos did was seal his death.
“Is Ghost alive?”
“He’s been life-flighted to the University of Tennessee Medical Center. He’s expected to live.”
“Who’s running the club?”
“Bullseye.”
“Shit,” I muttered. This was bad. I knew that Bullseye never wanted to lead shit. He avoided it as much as possible. Fuck. Ghost damn near had to demand he take the V.P. slot when Reaper went on his bender. “What are you going to do?”
“Watch and wait. I won’t interfere unless I absolutely have to. I’m telling you now Vicious, if I have to, I’m going to need you beside me. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Gonna be honest, Prez. For the longest time, those men were my brothers. Some of them still are and always will be. Don’t enjoy seeing my brothers in danger. So no, I won’t have a problem standing beside you. Just tell me one thing. The deal you had with Reaper? What was it?”
