That forced Ellis to jump back. He toppled to his ass and was on the ground, eyes wide.
Reese put a hand out and squeezed the brakes. “That’s enough.”
“Little prick,” Luca said.
Ellis scrambled to his feet. “You got my jeans dirty, old man.”
“Sure, it’s not the first time you got your knees dirty for another guy,” Luca said.
I saw Ellis’s hand twitch, wanting to go for his gun.
Last thing Reese needed now was two members to get in a shootout. Knowing Luca, if it came to that, he’d take a bullet to the shoulder, stand tall, and know right where to shoot Ellis to make him hurt, but not kill him.
Fucking outlaws…
“What are you doing here, Luca?” Reese asked.
“Levi called a meeting,” he said. “Wanted me to find you two.”
“He couldn’t call?” Reese asked.
“I don’t know. He told me to.”
“Why didn’t you call?” Ellis asked.
“I don’t use phones.”
Ellis opened his mouth and Reese gently swung a fist into Ellis’s chest. It wasn’t worth the argument. Luca was old school. He didn’t do phones. He came from a time when the only phones were landlines and they were easily tapped into. He refused to appreciate the beauty of technology and being able to use more than one phone, and have ways to never get traced or tracked.
“You’d better get your ass in gear,” Luca said. “Or we’ll be voting in two new members to the table.”
Luca throttled his motorcycle as he walked it back. He turned and took off, leaving nothing but the smell of exhaust and the angry echoing cries of the ride.
“What a fucking old prick,” Ellis said.
“Yeah.”
“Why the fuck can’t he use a phone?”
“It’s not worth thinking about, brother.”
“We’d better get moving,” Ellis said. “Levi will chop our heads off.”
Reese walked slowly. He wasn’t worried about Levi. The club was changing direction whether Levi liked it or not. It was just the natural shift of things. And Reese knew one thing…
If Levi didn’t take the charge and lead the guys in the right direction… then Reese himself would.
Chapter Two
“Okay, okay, everyone shut their goddamn mouths for a second.”
The noise in the room became a murmur as everyone took their seat.
Reese sat down to the left of Levi. On Reese’s right was Zac. Short hair with a black bandana that almost covered his eyes. A bottle of whiskey in front of him, cap off, always ready for a top-off shot.
Next to Zac sat Ellis. At the end of the table was Luca, a sign of respect to sit directly across from the President of the charter. On the other side of the table were Jason and Brett, the almost-seven-foot-tall enforcers who had the same amount of murders on their souls as tattoos on their skin. To Levi’s right was Hawk. He was more ruthless than Jason and Brett combined. He wore a ring on every finger and wore a five o’clock shadow the same way he wore a scowl. The funny part about Hawk was that he had really bright blue eyes. It was weird to see eyes like that on a guy that was so hardened and violent.
Levi stood while everyone else sat.