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Roadkill matches my growl with one of his own. “You and me both,” he mutters.
“We go against Legacy if we do anything,” I warn him, knowing it’s really fucking dishonorable to go against your president, and it could cause a rash of serious shit if we ever get caught.
“We do,” he agrees. “Is that worth it to you?”
I want to say it is. Thinking back to Piper and the way she was treated, the way I was beaten the fuck up and left for dead at the same time, it is absolutely worth it to go behind Legacy’s back and fucking kill those two scheming assholes. Kill as many of them who were involved as possible. If I could blow up the whole operation right now, I would.
Raul is the leader of the group. Dead Phoenix, they aren’t an MC, but they are definitely an organization much like ours. Meaning they are not a legal entity and on the up and up in society, except I think they could be a bit worse than what we do. They dabble in things we never would, like skin trade. When Raul was in jail, which was until just recently, his brother, Dutch, led their group.
And Dutch fucked everything up. And fucked with everyone, too.
“Yeah, it is.”
He inclines his chin, bringing his beer to his lips, then leans back in his chair. He’s watching me, and I expect him to say that he doesn’t want a thing to do with any of it, especially considering Dutch is Piper’s brother. But that only makes me want to watch him bleed even more.
I want to watch both of them bleed. Cyrus too.
I understand that Raul wants to save his brother from death, but I don’t feel the same way. If Dutch did what he did tomysister, to any man in a supposed allied group, he would be taken out, no questions asked.
We do not operate the same.
And that is disappointing, because it means I can never respect the Dead Phoenix, no matter how powerful they think they are. I will ensure they are brought down. All of them.
“Itch,” a voice calls out.
I turn my head to find Legacy standing in the hallway that leads to his office. Clearing my throat, I stand. Fuck, I can’t tell if he’s pissed or what. Placing my empty bottle of beer on the bar, I clear my throat, then lift my hand and wrap my fingers around Roadkill’s shoulder, giving him a jerk.
Without saying a word, I move past him and through the room toward Legacy. He has his arms folded across his chest, looking down his nose at me. Possibly pissed. As soon as I approach, he takes a step backward, turns to the side, and allows me to pass by him.
I don’t know what is going on. I’ve never been called into the president’s office before. I feel as if I’m in fucking trouble at school. I mean, it’s nothing new for me to have been in trouble at school—I had a permanent seat in the principal’s office when I was in school.
This shouldn’t surprise me. What should is the fact that I’ve been part of this club for twenty-three years, since the day I turned eighteen, and I’ve never been called into the president’s office alone before now.
Not like this. Not with such a disapproving gaze and tone.
I move into the otherwise empty office and stand in the middle of the room. Turning my head to the side as I watch him slip inside and lock the door behind him, I wait in silence for what he is going to tell me.
I arch a brow and smirk as he moves through the room. My gaze tracks him as he makes his way behind his desk. He doesn’t sit down, though. Instead, he bends forward and places his palms on his wooden tabletop.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand.
“Raul sent the contract,” he murmurs, not looking at me. “You won’t like it.”
Pressing my lips together, I drop my arms and ball my fists to my side. I’m really not going to like this, not in the fucking slightest. My heart starts to pound against my chest and sweat breaks out across the back of my neck as I wait for whatever the fuck he’s going to tell me.
“Raul wants to ensure that Dutch is safe,” he says, slowly lifting his eyes to meet my own.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. “What does this mean for Piper?”
“Piper?” he asks, sounding a bit confused by my question. “Nothing for her. She’s yours when you sign this.”
Shaking my head slowly, I lean over slightly. “She was mine no matter what, and now this? Why?”
Legacy slowly stands, straightening his back. “He wants to keep his brother safe. He wants Cyrus to narc and keep his ass safe, too. At the end of the day, Raul only gives a fuck about himself and his people.”
“Thought he was this great guy,” I mutter.
Legacy chuckles. “He was and is a great guy, but remember I met him in jail.”
