It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, personally. She didn’t trust that he would figure it out in time.
We had all been so blinded by what the Society wanted us to see that we failed to look at the bigger picture.
This whole fucked up game was more than about trafficking, guns, drugs and political advantages.
It was about revenge.
Revenge because one man dared to go against the establishment. I knew now that there was no way the Society would ever let any of us walk away. They wanted to make an example out of us and would if they won.
Too bad for them that there was more of us than they realized.
The Golden Skulls wasn’t just about a club full of bikers.
We were a brotherhood. Our brothers were many.
The brotherhood wasn’t just about what colors we wore.
It was more than that.
A singular purpose that sets us apart from everyone else. We came in all shapes and sizes from around the world. Our reach was wide and when we came together, God helped anyone who got in our way.
After sending off a coded text to Player and the mass text to everyone else, I thought about what to do next.
I knew what I needed to do next.
I needed more information and there was only one person I knew of on this planet stupid enough to ignore all the warning systems to get to the truth. If I wanted to ensure the club survived the coming war, I needed to cash in some chips.
Holding my phone in my hand, I took a few minutes to seriously think about what I was about to do. I knew the moment I called he would have my location. The fucking dickhead was that damn good. I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay in California long afterward. The ignorant bastard was tenacious and wouldn’t wait a single second before coming after me. Then again, he was singular minded and I would see him coming. He may be the best at what he does, but he was just a man.
Fuck it.
I needed help. My thumb hovered over the green call button as I prayed this didn’t bite me in the ass.
Hitting the green button, I held my phone to my ear as I heard the line start to ring. This was a long shot at best. The last time I was around him, it didn’t end well. He told me clearly that he would rip my body apart with his bare hands if I ever contacted him. Yeah, he wasn’t the nicest of men. He was a prick on a good day, but he was the best at what he did and I learned a lot from him. He was also the man who helped me disappear seven years ago and taught me how to stay off the grid.
When the call connected, I heard him say, “Who the fuck is this?”
“It’s me.”
The fucker chuckled. “You just made my fucking day bitch. Tell me I finally get to kill you.”
“I need your help.”
“That’s fucking rich. Why the fuck would I ever help you? I’m still cleaning up the fucking mess you left here.”
Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes before sweetly dangling the one carrot that I knew would garner his attention. “I know where he’s at.”
The silence on the line was deafening and just like that, I knew I had his attention.
I had a past.
Anyone who knew me knew as much.
I never talked about my life outside of the Golden Skulls.
It was nobody’s business but my own.
My life was my own.