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Solomon was tense the whole drive. I could tell he didn’t want to go wherever it was we were heading. I had to admit that even I was a little apprehensive of a club called the Wraith Warriors MC. But I trusted Solomon. He would never put us in harm’s way.
Instead, I went along with what he thought best.
Since we left Tennessee, I’d seen how the stress of our situation weighed heavily on him. Blaming himself for everything.
What my Solomon didn’t know was that I never blamed him.
I blamed Scab and Satan’s Angels.
Mostly, I blamed Scab for putting Solomon in the position to feel he couldn’t trust his club brothers. That was something I couldn’t forgive. The fact was, I knew the Golden Skulls would do anything and everything in their power to help Soloman and protect me and the kids. The women alone would fight tooth and nail for him.
They adored him.
I got that Solomon didn’t have a family growing up and that affected and molded the man he was today. But I also knew that if he wasn’t careful, he would back himself into a corner and his true nature would arise. He would either accept the help offered him or he would go dark and do what came naturally to him.
If the latter happened, I didn’t know if I could save him.
The stories I heard scared me.
I feared the darkness inside of him.
On any given day, Solomon was a gentle, kind soul. Threaten me and he became the very thing everyone feared.
A stone-cold killer.
“You’re worried about this other club?” I asked, looking at him.
He nodded, saying nothing.
“We don’t have to go there. We can just keep driving, Solomon.”
“It’s not that,” he sighed, resting his head on his left hand, leaning towards the driver’s side door as he concentrated on the road. “I messed up. Wraith hired me to take care of a problem. I did, but in the process, his son died. Wraith blames me for his death.”
“But if you had nothing to do with it, how?”
“That’s just it. Technically, I did,” he said, fidgeting in his seat.
Waiting for him to add more to this story, I never looked away from him. After a few minutes, he finally spoke again.
“Brandon, Wraith’s son, was only sixteen when he got mixed up with another club. Wraith tried to get his son away from them, but he was in deep. Kid flat out refused.”
“I would have thought he would have joined his dad’s club. Why go to another club?”
“Because the kid fell in love with the President’s daughter. There was no talking to him. When the girl ended up pregnant, Brandon walked away from his family to be with her. Wraith tried to stop him, but Brandon wouldn’t listen. Eventually, the girl, Marnie, gave birth to a little boy. While Wraith wasn’t happy his son was with another club, he let it go, until one night when Marnie showed up with the baby beaten black and blue. The girl was hysterical but was clear when she told Wraith that the club got Brandon in some nasty shit. Wraith later learned that the club was running drugs and flesh. Fentanyl and women mainly, but they also dabbled in kids. Used the kids to ship the drugs. Anyway, Marnie told Wraith that Brandon had started using and got violent with her. Wraith lost his shit. Gathered a fucking crew and went to get his boy back, only to find a few dead club brothers and the rest gone.”
“What did he do next?”
“He called me. I was a nomad back then and took odd jobs to keep busy. When Wraith called, I headed to his place. He told me what happened, and I offered to help. Wraith’s only request was that I bring his son home alive. It took me a few days, but I found where the club was hiding. It was bad, baby. Saw some sick shit that day. In the end I killed all the remaining brothers and when the dust settled, I found Brandon dick deep in a young girl, both dead of an overdose. When I told Wraith, he blamed me. Said my priority should have been his son, that I should have gotten him out before I went and killed everyone. I left and ever returned.”
“He was already dead, wasn’t he?” I surmised.
“Yeah. Been dead for a few hours at least. Long before I showed. But Wraith refused to believe that. He thinks I went in there and just started shooting.”
“Solomon, Brandon’s death isn’t your fault. You know that, right? If he was dead before you arrived, there was nothing you could have done.”
“I burned the bodies, Sunny.”
“What?”
