Page 16 of Sinister Red


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“Jesus. What the fuck happened?” I ask with a scowl.

Marbles is legitcoveredin blood, and I have no idea who it belongs to because the fucker looks like he got into a fight and his mouth is all kinds of fucked up.

“It’s Mo,” he spits through what I can now see to be a huge tear that runs from right under his nose down to his chin. “She was in trouble.”

My stomach drops. “She alright?”

Marbles shakes his head, nods, then shakes it again.

And that’s no fucking good because you better believe that Moira Gentry is someone this club gets fierce over. Crazy or not, the Kings love Marbles as much as I do, and Mo is basically everyone’s little sister.

“What happened?” Jackal steps up next to us as Spider and Cy move to put the bar into lockdown. “It isn’t her piece of shit boyfriend, is it?”

“Was.” Marbles attempts to grin. “Itwasher piece of shit boyfriend, but that’s the fucking problem.”

Without having to utter a word, Little John moves to cover the front door while Jackal, Spider, and Cy all take the various other points of entry. Mo’s boyfriend—or ex, I guess—is a real piece of shit that treats her like garbage. Controlling, emotionally abusive, all the things that make him a prick, but Mo didn’t see it coming the way we did, and by the time it hit she was in too deep to get out without help. And because she shares genetics with a stubborn jackass like Marbles, Moira wouldn’t let us help at all and kept insisting she’d break up with the dumbass on her own. Problem is, that piece of trash she’s been with for the last seven months is a prospect for the Demon Seeds MC and if this went down the way I suspect it did, we could have a real fucking problem on our hands.

Judging by the way Marbles looks, shit didn’t bode well for Mo or her ex, and we’re gonna have issues no matter what.

The Demon Seeds MC is almost as old as the Wulven Kings and they’re out of my hometown of Rolling Meadows. It’s a real shithole town, and the DSMC are real bastards as well as our biggest rivals, which is exactly why my friends are covering the inside of the bar while Brick and I follow Marbles out back.

“What the fuck happened, man? You haven’t gone off the rails in a while, and just looking at you has me wondering if— “

“I derailed completely and fucking crashed before I burned something to the ground?” My best friend pushes through the back door with a cackle. “Snipe, you have no fucking idea.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of…” I frown as I see Mo’s big boat of a Cadillac sitting in the back lot, the eighteen-year-old girl herself riding shotgun.

Even though the guys in the club adore Moira and protect her as if we shared blood, Marbles has always kept her away from Wulven Kings property. She doesn’t go to MACs, the garage, none of the otherbusinesseswe have, and especially not the clubhouse, so the fact that she’s here now means something big went down tonight.

“Hey.” Marbles walks up to the passenger door and taps on the glass, then motions for his sister to roll the window all the way down. “You think you can come out here for a minute?”

Mo nods, her dark black hair falling in her eyes as she reaches for the handle. As soon as the door is open, Marbles crouches to get on her level, whispers a few things to her before Moira loses her shit and starts bawling. He helps her out of the car and when the girl I’ve known since she was nine looks up at me, I damn near losemyshit.

“He fucking hit you?” Not that I need to ask, the shiner on Mo’s right eye is proof enough. “That piece of shit put his hands on you?”

She just nods, glances at Brick, then drops her eyes.

“Fucker won’t be doing that ever again, right Mo Mo?” Marbles wraps an arm around her shoulders, careful not to get too much blood on her. “My buddy Brick here is gonna take you to my place, ok?”

“Ok,” Moira whispers.

My best friend looks at me, then our prospect. “You take her to my place, you stay there with her and keep her safe until I call, got it?”

“Got it.” Brick ducks his head a little and gives Mo a soft smile. Something that’s strange coming from this six-foot-five, three-hundred-pound giant. “I’m Brodie, and if it’s ok with you, I’m going to take you on my motorcycle and drive you over to your brother’s place.”

Moira nods again, then quietly follows Brick for a few beats before falling into step next to him, her brother and I watching right up until she’s safely on the back of the prospect’s bike and heading toward Marbles’ apartment.

As soon as they’re gone, I immediately start drilling my best friend. “What the hell happened, man?”

“Exactly what we saw comin’.” He closes the car door then starts toward the back of it. “Mo called me, maybe an hour ago now, cryin’ and sayin’ that fucker hit her, beggin’ me to pick her up.” Marbles stops by the trunk, which has my stomach pinching with anxiety for some fucking reason. “I took off like a bat out of hell, got to the prick’s place in record time, and when I fucking did, Mo was waiting outside.”

I watch Marbles cram the key into the lock, holding my breath while I do because I’m pretty fucking sure I know what he’s about to show me.

“I told her to go sit in her car, ran into the house, and then…” He grins at me through his busted face as he pops the trunk. “I killed the son of a bitch the way I always threatened to.”

“Jesus…” Sure as shit, the bullet-filled and extremely dead body of Mo’s ex-boyfriend, Boyd, is piled in a heap in the trunk of her car. “Jesus Christ, Mitchell. Tank and Gunner are gonna have a fucking coronary over this.”

Marbles parks his hands on his hips as he looks down at the corpse. “Which is why they can’t know about it.”