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It’s a test of loyalty not only to the club but to the brothers. If they can’t hack it, we want to find out sooner rather than later. The goal is to see what each prospect is made of and if they can earn the cut that they’ll wear with pride.
I nod at Ashton as I roll through the gate that surrounds the old U-shaped warehouse in an industrial part of Seattle. This clubhouse is perfect for us, and it’s been the only home I’ve known for years. I park in the lot and quickly dismount my bike.
If I can get my head out of my ass or pay my penance, I won’t be living in the clubhouse much longer. When Evelyn moved back to town, I did some house hunting and bought a place that reminds me of her—it’s cozy and historic with a lot of character and charm. It’s nothing like the cold home Jerry lived in. That place never felt like my woman.
I trade back slaps and looks of fury with my brothers as I walk through the common room. When I look around, I know we’re all going to be on the same page. We need to figure out what the fuck happened and then we need to get justice for the man who was going to be our brother soon.
Spark and Rites, our VP, and Demon, another enforcer, are talking in a corner, their faces set in scowls. I know how much this must be eating at Spark. He’s a good man and he considers all of us his responsibility.
I notice two of the club angels, Tiff and Brianna, talking together, their eyes are red rimmed, and they look shattered. Normally we have a prospect behind the bar, but today it’s Lennon. When she meets my eye, she holds up a beer and I walk over to grab it.
I want to ask her about how coffee with my girl went the other day, but I can’t. Not right now.
Lennon is an angel, but not really. She’s become something more like a little sister to most of the guys here. Yeah, there are a few she’ll hook up with, but her attitude is so different from the other angels. She’s not here to snag a biker and be their old lady.
She’s a little lost and searching for something else entirely. When she wants to go out and travel, she checks out the other chapters around the country. She probably hooks up with some of the guys there, but, for the most part, she goes to help take care of them. She cooks and organizes things that would probably fall to the wayside if she wasn’t there, especially in chapters where there are no old ladies.
Hell, the only old lady this club really has right now is McKenzie, who is with Bronco, and it’s still new. Not that they aren’t in love. That smug bastard is hooked on his woman. It’s kind of disgusting.
I know Lennon doesn’t like telling me about how Evelyn is doing because she feels like it’s a betrayal. Maybe it is, but she’s my only source to get a little more information. I need to know how my woman is doing and watching just isn’t enough.
I’ve never fucked Lennon.
I haven’t touched a woman since I moved into Jerry’s house. I can’t do it.
I might let some of the club angels rub up on me, more to make themselves feel better than anything else, but my dick isn’t interested in any woman other than Evelyn. The loyal fucker. It’s a damn good thing I’m okay with it.
“Church,” Spark bellows and I tip the top of my beer toward Lennon before I follow my brothers.
The mood is somber as hell as we all sit around the large table, the DSMC emblem in the middle of the table staring back at us. When all of us are seated, I swear we all take a collective breath and get our shit together. We’re going to need to focus.
Spark clears his throat, “Sam was found at the gate after Ashton had walked away to investigate some noise on the west side of the building. I’m sure it was a distraction technique. Friar is already looking through the video of the gate.” He closes his eyes briefly and centers himself. “He’s on ice at the moment. He doesn’t have any family,” he looks at Friar, our tech guy for confirmation, “that I know of.”
“No family. Sam was a foster kid from an early age until he aged out of the system. He bounced around here and there, mostly along the coast, until we came across him.” Friar’s shoulders slump. “He was right at a year. We would have put it to a vote soon.”
We share glances around the table, and I know my brothers are on the same page as me—he would have been voted in and gotten his member cut. It’s a low fucking blow. It would hurt just as much now as it would if he had been a full-fledged brother, and we aren’t any less motivated to find him justice because he was a prospect.
My voice is gruff, “How was he killed?”
Spark grimaces, “Head shot. Execution style.”
I nod, my gaze straying back to the demon skull floating above two pistons on the table. That’s not good. We have ties to dangerous people and their enemies could have done this to send a message. The Volkov bratva family are clients of Savior Saints Security. Kirill Volkov is nothing like the head of the Morozov family which used to be the strongest bratva family in the city until Kirill took over by force.
The Morozov family is responsible for a lot of pain and torment. They never cared how they made money, just as long as they did.
My eyes stray to Monk, and I take a deep breath. The man lost a lot to the trafficking rings the Morozov family was involved in. I can see the ghost of his sister in his eyes more often than not.
“It could be the Morozov family sending a message because of our involvement with Volkov,” I muse.
Spark rubs his jaw and nods. “That’s what we were thinking as well.”
“It could be something else. Does anyone know if Sam was involved in any shit?” Friar is trying to be the voice of reason, but it’s hard as fuck to hear it. We all want to go out and get retribution for him. Not knowing what happened or who is responsible is difficult. “Fuck,” he barks out.
Spark sits up straighter, a warning in his tone, “Brother?”
“The video is shit. They pulled up just far enough out of range that I can’t see a plate, if there is one. They’re wearing all black, head to toe, including a mask. There’s no way to tell who it is,” he sounds defeated.
We spend hours going over the possibilities about who could have killed Sam and their motive. Friar gives us information when he finds it. I can tell he’s frustrated and not just about Sam’s death. He’s been trying to track down some hacker who skimmed some money out of the club’s business account.
