“Works for me,” I almost hissed, clenching my fists to stop me from reaching around and pounding Doc's head in. “Rachel has gone to see Bee. Maybe you should go join her, Mama.”
“Go on, Kitty,” my dad said softly before she could protest. “It would do her good to see her Nanny. I'm sure she's worried.”
“Okay,” she said softly, all fight gone out of her. “Are we keeping the club on lockdown?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I got one of the men, but Macbeth and some other guy ran out whilst I was distracted with Callum. We don't know what plan they'll have, especially if they're working with the Riders. Keep the club locked up at least until the morning. As soon as Doc is done here, we'll hold church and make a plan. And, Mother?” I said as she stood up to leave. “Go easy on Rachel. None of this is her fault. Be the old lady we all know you are and keep the peace. There’s been enough drama tonight to last us a lifetime.”
She nodded and walked away. Crash watched her go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, he whistled low in his throat. “She's going to take a long time to get over this.”
“And what about you?” I asked.
“Me? Macbeth is dead to me.”
“He's your son.”
“And so are you. No son of mine would ever even think of doing this. Let alone go through with it with our sworn enemies. He made his choice, and so have I. As far as I’m concerned, he’s DOA.”
Dead On Arrival.
The president could not overrule a club vote - that was put in place for the protection of the club. We had charters in thepast where the president became power mad. The club must always have a way to issue a vote of no confidence. However, Crash was a powerful leader, and there wasn't a member here that wouldn't go along with his commands. Mister Maker was the only way we could get out of this and still have respect in the biker world.
“She ain't gonna be happy,” Doc murmured from behind me.
Talk about stating the fucking obvious.
“She'll have to deal with it. If it was one of Zach's sons that had done this, she would be calling to kill them herself.”
“I'm just sayin', she'll kick up a fuss when she hears it in black and white.”
“If she can't agree to the club rules, then she canleave.”
Chapter 13
Rachel
I listened to the conversation but never entered the room.
My stomach churned at how easily Crash was willing to dismiss any feelings Mama would have. Lord knew there was no love lost between us, but Macbeth was her son, and she was obviously going to be upset at the thought of him dying.
I passed Mama in the hallway, and she looked broken. I couldn’t even find it in me to nettle her, and nettling Mama was one of my favourite past times. I had only been able to offer her a sad smile as she told me she was going to find Bee and asked if I wanted to join her.
I told her no, that I had already seen Bee, and she was as hyper as a sleep-deprived five-year-old was bound to be, but maybe a calming influence from Nanny would do the trick.
The truth is, I just wanted to be near Dante right now.
Alone.
And I sensed Mama needed to be alone, too.
I agreed Macbeth had to die. He was a danger for as long as he had freedom to come back and try for round two, but that didn't mean Mama wasn't allowed to be sad about it.
It also concerned me that Dante didn't fight it.
Club loyalty really did come first. The issue was, I wasn't so sure I wanted to be with a man who would always put me second to some stupid rulebook.
I was a firm believer that we made our own rules in this world. We each had our own moral compass that would keep us in line with our own beliefs. But I also believed that rules were made to be bended and broken if need be. They were imaginary guidelines. But, maybe that was thinking with the heart and not the head. Maybe sticking to the rules so strictly meant emotions couldn’t ruleyour life.
It still sucked, thinking that Dante would never really be mine. He belonged to the club, and he would follow them to the gates of hell to prove his loyalty, and I was something that could be discarded if I didn’t fall in line.
