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Callie was outside seconds later, her face hard and determined. The blonde friend ran over to her, and with one last malevolent glance at me, she put her arm around her friend’s shoulder, leading her into my house.
I turned to see almost the entire club watching from the porch. Killian seemed pissed at something; no idea what was going on there, didn’t care. I walked inside and headed toward the back, but something inside my chest, squirming uncomfortably, had me yelling to the group of younger members.
“No one touches them. Don’t look at them. Don’t fucking breathe in their direction, do you understand me?”
There was a rumble of confirmation before I pushed through the church doors.
* * *
Brooks, Hamish, Rune, Pops, Killian, and Giles were all staring at me from their place at the table. Church was broadly just a meeting place for us, with one long table and our club's most prized memorabilia up on the walls. This room was a time capsule as much as it was a place of peace and safety. We planned here and set the course of the club right from this room. I thought back to my first time sitting in one of the chairs and watching as Simon went over detailed optics for a run Brooks was making for the Mayhem Riot. I remember being scared shitless but excited too.
That feeling never left me, and I decided it was probably a good idea to always be a little scared, especially in this life.
“You got the letter from the will?” Brooks asked, tapping his weathered finger against the table. They were all in on Simon’s joke. If I got back into Callie’s good graces, I’d be able to see the last living wish of Simon Stone.
I gave a curt nod, not willing to go into any of the details about Callie. “He wants us to sell.”
Just to make sure they knew I wasn’t bullshitting them, I passed the letter to Killian so he could read it. He passed it to Rune and so on. Once everyone had a chance to look over it, we sat in silence.
“He can’t really mean for us to do that.” Giles muttered quietly. The prospect from years ago had transitioned into one of my closest friends, and reliable club members.
Everyone remained quiet while flicking tentative glances at me. It was times like this I wished Killian had been asked to step into this role, but Simon wanted me. Still wasn’t sure why, especially when Kill had been the vice president. It took everyone by surprise when Simon told everyone his successor for the club would be me.
“There’s something we’re not seeing here. There’s no way he’d ever want us to sell this place. Not from how many times he’d talk about the future of the club. He’s hiding something.”
Killian rocked back in his chair before tipping his gaze to the ceiling. “Might be worth a shot to ask his old lady. She was the closest person to him.”
Fucking Sasha.
The woman had come into Simon Stone’s life a few years ago, but we all knew her from being Dirk’s old lady. Something happened over there with the Raiders and suddenly she wasn’t his anymore, just club pussy with no way out. Simon took a liking to her. She straddled the line between both clubs, falling for the leader of the Stone Riders while being tied to the Raiders. She was a good person, and I did trust her. Always had, ever since that night she placed her hand on Callie’s back, but I trusted her son more.
“Let me meet with Silas first. I need to know how close he is on his end of things. It will help give us a timeline, especially after Dirk sent that photo of Callie.”
Killian tapped the table with his fingers, looking contemplative. “You think they’re planning on trying to take her again?”
The memory came quick like a rush of adrenaline battering my chest. Callie being taken, finding her in their club. It still felt like just yesterday when I was carrying her out of there.
“Don’t know, but we need to be careful.”
Pops chose that moment to speak up, effectively putting his foot in his mouth.
“We could always use her as bait.”
All eyes snapped to me, and I was already shaking my head.
“She might not wear my property patch anymore, but I made a promise to Simon that she’d stay safe. Offering her as bait isn’t an option.”
They didn’t know it ran deeper than that. It wasn’t just a promise keeping her safe. It was me. She’d worn me down in the span of just a few days of being here. I wanted to be unfazed by her presence, and act as though her scent didn’t drive me so fucking mad that I wanted to punch something or someone, but property patch or not, she’d always belong to me. Which meant she’d always be mine to keep safe.
“I’ll meet up with Silas, and we’ll reconvene tomorrow. For now, Hamish, I want you to stay around the club and keep an eye on these younger members to ensure no one bothers the girls.”
Hamish nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Brooks, tell Red to plan a big community barbeque for next week.”
Giles gave Killian a confused look right as Brooks sat back in his chair, folding his hands over his large belly.
“What are we doin’ throwing a town barbeque at a time like this? That’s awful tempting for the Raiders to come crash.”
