“I fucking hope not.” Finally sitting down, King said, “I started this chapter because I was tired of the bullshit. The bullshit just never stops.”
We waited for the words to settle in the room, then King asked him, “What are you gonna do?”
“I should leave.” He looked up at me. “There’s already a strain on the clubhouse.”
King looked over his shoulder at where I stood, leaned against the door. “Cash is working through his shit,” he said, and I snorted.
“Rachel was my best friend. My sister. There was never anything even remotely romantic between us. We never even kissed to see if something could happen. Just the thought of it made us both sick.” He laughed.
I didn’t make a sound. Normally, a growl would rumble through my chest even if he mentioned her name. Things were different now.
“I’m not leaving the club. And I’ll come to church. But I don’t know how much my family will be there. The girls miss everyone, but I can’t keep subjecting them to the bullshit.”
“I get it.” King stood.
Fucking finally! I’d had it with this bullshit of them talking about me like I wasn’t standing in the fucking room.
“For what it’s worth, I wish I’d had another option. Sypher put us all in a difficult situation,” King said.
Outside, we climbed back on our bikes, and King pulled out his phone. He barked into it, “Meet me at the clubhouse in twenty minutes. And come alone.” He put his phone back into his cut and looked at me. “One more.”
I shook my head and followed him back to the clubhouse.
King and I looked up at the knock on his office door. “You summoned?”
“Have a seat. We need to discuss a few things.”
Sypher closed the door behind him and sat in the chair opposite King’s desk. I studied the cut he wore. We’d all heard the stories about his president, Reaper, and how he ran his club. Pulling it out of the shit his father and grandfather had been involved in.
The lies, the deceit. His supposed affair with a club whore and believing he had been killed. Only to come back to life and go on a killing spree.
“When you showed up at my clubhouse, I gave you some leeway because of your daughter and because of what you told me about Amber. But you put this club in a lot of shit that didn’t involve us,” King began.
He opened his mouth, but when King held up his hand, Sypher quickly closed it, respecting his authority. Again, I sat quietly, listening as my president handled club business.
I had mad respect for him. He’d learned from Steele, but he couldn’t be more different. Maybe that was Declan’s influence.
“Because of Mellie and her relationship with your daughter, I am letting you stay. But make no mistake, I am the fucking King. You and Pippen may have forgiven that son of a bitch. But if I see him in my town, I will fucking shoot him.”
He would do it, too. Declan and Matlock would work their magic and get him off, if he was even charged to begin with.
“I haven’t forgiven shit. But he is the only father Dante had growing up. Their relationship may be as dysfunctional as it comes, but he wants him in his life. He believes he can be redeemed,” Sypher explained.
“Not everyone is redeemable,” I added.
“I agree. But I love my husband and will do whatever I can to make him happy. If that includes Sin visiting us on the ranch, then so be it. I will make sure he stays on the ranch. But he’s family.” Sypher shrugged.
“Which brings me to Amber. She is his family. As well as Bane and Valhalla. She needs to be told.”
Sypher rubbed his hands over his face.
“I told Haizley to let me speak to you first. I want her safe. She means a lot to this club. She’s not just a club girl here. She’s our family. I want to know how much danger she’s still in.”
“I honestly don’t know. Morpheus doesn’t know anything about her. And with Jane gone, I’d like to say he never will. But there are other factors here. Another family that plays into it.”
“What other family?”
“I can’t say.” He shook his head, and I groaned. This was more shit that didn’t involve us. Except that it did, because Amber was one of us.
