AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Great. Knowing that they held their meetings in the back, Devlin probably was already talking to Zeus. Out of all the members, Ronan trusted Zeus and Devlin the most. As the president’s son, however, Ronan had no idea if Zeus was involved with Hank, the stabbing son of a bitch.
Donovan had found actual footage of the vice-president Silas and Hank exchanging packages and fat envelopes. Ronan had to get a feel of the club if this new development was something the entire club was aware of.
Donovan had found out that the club’s President and VP were not around this evening, so he took a chance on this Monday night and see if he could discover anything out of the ordinary.
Stepping out of the more agreeable Texas night air into the thick smoke instantly prickled his lungs. How the fuck could people live like this?
He glanced around the crowded bar area and was instantly reminded of that missing in his life he’d been looking for as a late teenager. The band of brothers who were partying like there was no tomorrow on this Monday night was exactly what had attracted him.
He walked over to the back of the common room, turned left, and entered the long hallway with several doors to each side. A half-naked woman walked up to him in her high heels, but he sidestepped her without looking back.
Ronan took a deep breath before he glanced up at the camera pointed at the final door in the hallway.
“Come in.”
He recognized the baritone voice of Zeus through the door. He must have seen him standing outside the door on his security feed.
Ronan had heard stories about this room as it was used for meetings with men from other MCs and friends of the club. The fact that the three men waited on him here showed that they had expected him and that their talk would not be something they could have while hanging out at the bar.
Zeus sat at the head of an oval table in the middle of the room. What struck him as he glanced around was that the room was larger than he’d expected. They must have broken down the walls of at least two rooms to this side of the hallway to create this space.
Several motorcycle parts hung on the wall in the back of the room, with two couches and a coffee table to the side. The room was clean and, most of all, tidy. Not what one would expect from a room in a motorcycle clubhouse.
Glancing around this room, he wondered what the club’s most sacred room must look like. Church, as the members called their meetings for club officers to talk about club business, was held in a room that was off limits for a non-member like Ronan.
His gaze followed long rows of mug shots that covered the entire right wall. He searched for Fianna’s half-brother but came up blank. Maybe he had a different haircut then, since he figured he would have easily picked out Devlin.
With his half long jet-black hair and raven beard, Devlin definitely stood out in a crowd. Bree had once described his eyes like they held a smoldering rage.
Ronan understood Devlin. He also held that certain darkness that roared to life inside the makeshift cages they fought in.
“Have a seat.”
Ronan nodded at Zeus, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the MC, and took a seat opposite of Demon, the most fucked-up guy Ronan had ever the pleasure of fighting against. It still bothered him he’d lost his fight against Demon.
As if Demon knew what he was thinking, the club’s Enforcer jerked his chin at him in greeting, not bothering to wipe the smug grin from his face.
Demon’s cousin Dragon stood next to the door, like he would stop him from going anywhere. As if he were some kind of pussy and would try to make a break for it.
“Where’s Dev?” Ronan didn’t care for being blindsided.
“He’s unavailable at the moment...” Dragon snickered behind him.
That could mean anything around here. He could be six feet under or balls deep in club pussy.
“I’m only talkin’ with Dev present. Not sayin’ I don’t trust you. But for this matter, I want Dev around.”
Zeus gave Dragon an almost undetectable nod, and the latter went out of the room.
“I don’t like people coming into my club and making demands, Ronan. It’s solely because I have a feeling about what you’re about to tell me, that I’ll grant you this one request.”
“Appreciate it, Zeus.”
That seemed to appease Zeus. The man couldn’t be much older than him, but Zeus was unmistakably calling the shots. Ronan was well aware that eventually, as the President’s son, Zeus would reign over his brothers inside this clubhouse and mother chapter, but also over a few chapters around the States that would fall under his protection. Hundreds of men and women would depend on his leadership.
This responsibility already showed on the hard lined face of Zeus. Crowfeet marred his skin next to his stormy gray eyes that watched Ronan’s every move.
As a professional fighter, he knew like no other how an opponent tried to figure out his tells. And Zeus and Demon had seized him up by first denying Devlin’s presence, and secondly by having Dragon standing behind his back to make him just a tad uncomfortable.
