I’m not fuckin’ touchin’ ya with a ten-foot pole. Did I wanna shoot ya in the kneecaps after you shot Brooklyn and put his dumb ass in the hospital? Fuck yeah, I did. I’d shoot your ass now but Nel would murder me himself. Is it true about you guys takin’ over what used to be Carlito’s score?”
Trey smirked. “Is that what Nel told you? If it he did then you already know the answer. Eyes and ears—they’re everywhere, bro. I don’t talk shop outside chapel if you know what I mean.”
“I’m not your motherfuckin’ bro . You may be Dizzy’s lost boy but you don’t mean shit to me. So go ahead, cry over my sister and get the fuck outta my town before I change my mind and shoot you on principle alone. That wasn’t okay what you did to Brooklyn and you know it. Now, everything just goes away. That shit ain’t right—”
“No, bro , what ain’t right is that piece of shit threatened my sister in L.A. while she was mindin’ her own motherfuckin’ business. That’s what isn’t right. If he’d kept whatever shit he wanted to say between him and me—you and I wouldn’t be exchangin’ words now,” Trey said coldly. “I wouldn’t have had to leave the motherfuckin’ country from tryin’ to end him when he fuckin’ told my sister he would kill her if she wouldn’t tell him where I was. She didn’t know—hell, she’s not even in this world. You don’t threaten my blood and think nothin’ happens!”
Jake’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he replied, “Yeah, I know all about what happened. He told me and what he did was stupid but…we had info on that pretty boy rock star she married.”
Trey took a step back and threw his arms up in exasperation. “They weren’t even datin’ back then, let alone married, so that isn’t an excuse.”
“Yeah but…now they are. And since you were brought back from Belfast, shit’s changed. Now your sister is part of our world. Her hubby’s a Saint, ain’t he?”
Trey’s jaw ticked as he mashed his teeth together. “I don’t know what Linx is to the club. I do know he plays a mean bass for Winter’s Regret and it’s pretty cool to have him as a brother-in-law.”
Jake laughed out loud as he shook his head. “It’s like that, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s like that.”
Marian squeezed his shoulder. “We gotta go, cuz.”
Trey stared him down as Jake pointed his index finger in his direction. “Get the fuck outta my town, Lennon.”
He mock-saluted and reluctantly turned around, walking back to his Escalade. “Take the Bullets Away” played on his phone; he grabbed his Samsung from his pocket and answered the call.
“What’s up, K?” Trey greeted, using Cillian’s road name initial.
“Change of plans. We need you to get back pronto,” Cillian replied quickly in his slight Irish accent.
“On my way back now. Give me about twenty. I’m in Knights’ territory—I gotta make my way back.”
“See ya soon.”
Trey slid his phone back into his pocket.
Shit had just gotten real and his own feelings didn’t matter anymore. All he could think about was the club—he had to focus. It was the only way he was going to get over Keri’s death and move the fuck on.
“A s you fellas can see, neither the Prez nor any of the Originals are here but don’t think for a second they haven’t sanctioned this,” Cillian said, his voice strong and authoritative.
Trey sat in the chapel along with Cricket, Bookie, Quinn, and Kink. All five men stared at the man who would one day take over the gavel from Dizzy. He had almost as much power as his father and they all knew whatever he discussed with them was the final word on the subject. “What’s goin’ on? I thought we were waiting to hear back from Emilio,” Quinn spoke up. He wasn’t usually known for being assertive—he and Ronan were twins and he’d taken his brother’s absence from the club the hardest. However, with Ronan gone, the guy seemed to have found his
Trey smirked. “Is that what Nel told you? If it he did then you already know the answer. Eyes and ears—they’re everywhere, bro. I don’t talk shop outside chapel if you know what I mean.”
“I’m not your motherfuckin’ bro . You may be Dizzy’s lost boy but you don’t mean shit to me. So go ahead, cry over my sister and get the fuck outta my town before I change my mind and shoot you on principle alone. That wasn’t okay what you did to Brooklyn and you know it. Now, everything just goes away. That shit ain’t right—”
“No, bro , what ain’t right is that piece of shit threatened my sister in L.A. while she was mindin’ her own motherfuckin’ business. That’s what isn’t right. If he’d kept whatever shit he wanted to say between him and me—you and I wouldn’t be exchangin’ words now,” Trey said coldly. “I wouldn’t have had to leave the motherfuckin’ country from tryin’ to end him when he fuckin’ told my sister he would kill her if she wouldn’t tell him where I was. She didn’t know—hell, she’s not even in this world. You don’t threaten my blood and think nothin’ happens!”
Jake’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he replied, “Yeah, I know all about what happened. He told me and what he did was stupid but…we had info on that pretty boy rock star she married.”
Trey took a step back and threw his arms up in exasperation. “They weren’t even datin’ back then, let alone married, so that isn’t an excuse.”
“Yeah but…now they are. And since you were brought back from Belfast, shit’s changed. Now your sister is part of our world. Her hubby’s a Saint, ain’t he?”
Trey’s jaw ticked as he mashed his teeth together. “I don’t know what Linx is to the club. I do know he plays a mean bass for Winter’s Regret and it’s pretty cool to have him as a brother-in-law.”
Jake laughed out loud as he shook his head. “It’s like that, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s like that.”
Marian squeezed his shoulder. “We gotta go, cuz.”
Trey stared him down as Jake pointed his index finger in his direction. “Get the fuck outta my town, Lennon.”
He mock-saluted and reluctantly turned around, walking back to his Escalade. “Take the Bullets Away” played on his phone; he grabbed his Samsung from his pocket and answered the call.
“What’s up, K?” Trey greeted, using Cillian’s road name initial.
“Change of plans. We need you to get back pronto,” Cillian replied quickly in his slight Irish accent.
“On my way back now. Give me about twenty. I’m in Knights’ territory—I gotta make my way back.”
“See ya soon.”
Trey slid his phone back into his pocket.
Shit had just gotten real and his own feelings didn’t matter anymore. All he could think about was the club—he had to focus. It was the only way he was going to get over Keri’s death and move the fuck on.
“A s you fellas can see, neither the Prez nor any of the Originals are here but don’t think for a second they haven’t sanctioned this,” Cillian said, his voice strong and authoritative.
Trey sat in the chapel along with Cricket, Bookie, Quinn, and Kink. All five men stared at the man who would one day take over the gavel from Dizzy. He had almost as much power as his father and they all knew whatever he discussed with them was the final word on the subject. “What’s goin’ on? I thought we were waiting to hear back from Emilio,” Quinn spoke up. He wasn’t usually known for being assertive—he and Ronan were twins and he’d taken his brother’s absence from the club the hardest. However, with Ronan gone, the guy seemed to have found his
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