I chuckle. “Welcome to the sane side of life.” I pull out my phone.
“What’s up?” Shadow asks.
“We have a new development in that issue we were looking into.”
“Shit.”
“Can you talk?” I ask.
“Give me a second,” he says. I hear him walk away from the group of people talking. “All right, speak.”
“Charm just came to me and told me Scott and Brett are plants.”
“For who?” Shadow asks.
“White power.”
“Shit. By Mouth?” he asks.
“Who else? Said he got it in his mind to change the direction of the club, and knew he needed numbers.”
“Like two would do anything.”
“They plan on toppling Stone by force. He said he saw bombs being assembled yesterday.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. He wants you to keep it on the low, so we can flush everyone out. He’s not sure who else is all involved.”
“Your old man doesn’t have many friends in the club, so it ain’t rocket science. Okay, where are you?”
“We’re all in L.A. He came down to meet us.”
“Okay, stay.”
The sound of a loud bang made me jump. “Shadow?”
“Fuck, gotta go, man.”
My stomach drops.
“What happened?” Dixie Rose was instantly at my side.
“I think the warning was too late. It sounded like a fucking bomb went off there,” I whisper, shell-shocked.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, covering her mouth.
“Come on, we need to get back.” Images of the club burning down while Stone bleeds out rock me to the core. This is everything I’ve ever known. I couldn’t imagine life any other way. Knowing my old man is the cause of it has me sick to my stomach.
Chapter Fourteen
Echo
I pull up and find the clubhouse in complete chaos. A bike I think was once Stone’s lies on its side, still smoldering and black. Pieces are scattered around it on the lot. A chalk outline of a body is roped off with yellow caution tape.
Fuck, did we lose Stone? A prospect comes down to the gate and I pull inside with Charm right behind me. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask.
“Mark went to move Stone’s bike to clean it, and the shit blew up. Homemade bomb. Shadow’s been rounding people up ever since.”