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“He wouldn’t.” Scorn looked over at me.
"Fuck yes, he would.” I slammed my hand down on the edge of the chair. “Dammit, I told Riddick he wasn’t ready for this run. He got too close.”
"Snare would have reached out. He wouldn't be so stupid." Hoax said.
"I've seen a lot worse when it comes to women and our brothers." I said, speaking from experience.
"But he wouldn't have hurt his own brothers, I can't believe that." Scorn uttered.
“Something bad must have gone down out in Texas,” Hoax added.
"This makes him a rogue," I heard Powertrain whisper beside him.
The room fell into a tense silence as everyone processed the gravity of what was happening. The idea that one of our own could turn on us so brutally was unthinkable.
"I'll put out the APB right away, Prez," Hoax said, breaking the silence. "We'll find him."
"Good. I need to know where the fuck he thinks he’s going and what he’s up to! And I want Riddick located too," I said, my voice still firm. "I know Snare was warned about getting too close to this run. If he would have just listened, maybe this could have been prevented."
"But what if Snare doesn't come quietly?" Scorn asked, looking concerned.
"Then we'll have to bring him in by force," I replied, my jaw clenching. "We can't let this slide. The Royal Bastards has rules, and Snare broke them. He's made his choice, and now he'll have to face the consequences."
As the room started buzzing with activity, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Snare had been one of our most trusted members, and it was hard to believe that he had betrayed us in such a way. But as the President of the RBMC, I knew that I had to put my personal feelings aside and do what was best for the club, even if it meant, putting down one of my own
13
KRISTINA
Snare openedthe door to our motel room past midnight, in a run-down, seedy place that gave me the creeps. Despite the condition, it provided us shelter from the cold. As we rushed inside, Snare secured the door by wedging a chair against the knob after hiding his bike across the street.
I turned to examine the room and grimaced, prompting Snare to reassure me.
"It's not the Wyndham, but it'll do for now. Tomorrow, we'll find a safer place."
"Where are we going?"
"Tennessee. I have some friends there."
"Who were those men?" I asked.
"I don't know. No one but the Royal Bastards should have access to that place," he replied.
"They were bikers."
"Yeah, but they had no patches."
"What does that mean?"
"They're ghosts, nomads. They don't belong to any club, and that makes them dangerous. I killed one which means we’re now a target."
He drew his gun from his waistband and slumped onto the mattress.
"I can see that you're injured," I whispered as I rushed to the bathroom. Spotting a towel, I turned on the faucet and returned to his side.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"Get the first aid kit from my bag," he replied, gesturing to his belongings on the table.
