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“Rules are there for a reason, Massacre,” Reaper said, walking into church waving his phone at the two of us. “I’ve called King. He’s pissed. He will be here in three days. We have until that time to verify Jessica’s lineage to me and when King arrives, he will do the same. Until then, I am ordering you to stay away from Jessica. This isn’t like before Savage. I mean it this time. Until King and I can discuss what to do next, Jess is off limits. In fact, I am having her moved to the room next to mine. She will have a brother on her at all times.”

Ghost and the rest of the brothers walked in.

“Now let’s finish this meeting. We’ve got the kids coming home soon. What happened in Florida? Did Judge say when he and the others would be returning?”

Shit. I forgot about those guys. So much shit happened in such a short time. I fucking should have led with that but Reaper wanted to specifics. The details of what I learned and found.

Clearing my throat, I said. “They won’t be coming home.”

“Why not?”

“Toxic killed them to make a point. Judge, Maverick, Saber and Bones are all dead. Helix was killed in front of Jess at the Florida Chapter. I don’t know who killed him.”

No one said a fucking word.

What could we say?

Dead was dead. We all knew what could happen.

We accepted that every day when we put on out cuts.

No one said the life of a biker would be easy or long.

“Fuck,” Reaper sighed, then added, “Massacre go get Healer.”

Shit. Judge was Healer’s big brother. Both men had been part of the club for years, even before I joined. Both were doctors and devoted their time to hospitals and this club. Judge preferred the open road while Healer stayed close to home. We all knew they didn’t have the best relationship but they were brothers. Healer wasn’t an easy man to read. None of us really knew what he was thinking or feeling most days. He preferred his medical books and taking care of patients than sitting around chewing the fat. I didn’t know much about his personal life, if he even had one.

“Any word from the Guardian?” I asked.

“No. He left right after you did. Phantom added several more cameras around the compound, along with motion sensors that go off every fucking night thanks to the fucking wildlife around here. Those damn alarms can wake the dead.”

“And Ascari?”

“Fucker is in the wind. St. James keeps assuring me to be vigilant. That the fucker is coming. Until he shows his face, we wait.”

“How’s Phantom handling everything?”

“Fuck if I know. She stays locked in her sanctuary, looking at computer screens. I swear she’s going to go blind looking at that shit.”

The door opened and Healer and Massacre walked in.

“Healer, take a seat. We need to talk,” Reaper quietly ordered. However, Healer just stood there, looking at him, blankly. I watched as he took a deep breath and asked, “My brother dead?”

“Yeah.”

Healer did an about face and walked out, saying nothing more.

“Well shit,” Reaper sighed. “He’s going to be a bag full of joy now.”

“Sandman?” Ghost asked.

Shaking my head, I said. “That crazy mother fucker is sick in the head. I vote to put his ass in the looney bin.”

“Did he say where he was going?” Reaper asked.

“Something about finding his sunshine.”

“Great,” Reaper sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fucker is chasing the sun. We’re never gonna see him again.”


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