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Off to the side of thearea was the roos When Bishop and I ducked inside, we found the others already asse table was a true throwback to the old cotton-mill days Most of the business decisions by the former cotton barons had been made around it when it was in the boardroohtly less than honorable business dealings
My still-sweat-soaked ass slid across the plush, leather-seated chair My olda pretty penny on the chairs "I ain’t scri on some piece of shit that breaks your back and pinches your nutsack I don’t want anyone squir focused on the club and only the club," he’d said A sed at rim-faced president, Caisson, or Case, for short His shrapnel-scarred neck, arotten his road name He’d done two tours in Vietnam as part of the Third Infantry Division It was on his second tour that the caisson he was ot hit and al he take a name associated with his service
He and Preacher Man had been part of the original charter ia chapter of the Hells Raiders They were barely twenty when they’d patched in And even after Preach went AWOL on the MC lifestyle for many years, Case demanded that Preach take over the presidency of the Raiders when he returned "Ain’t nobody better to lead than Preacher Man," he had said
He once again had to take over for his best friend when Preacher Man was killed I loved ht was the new vice president--Rev Leaning forward in his chair, he rapped his fingers over the hardback cover of the latest book he was reading Rev constantly battled the angel and devil on his shoulder If he’d been born to another father, I’m sure he would have ended up a doctor or lawyer or in some fancy shit profession like that He sure as hell had the brains He’d even used the ree froe In the end, the pull of our world was too much for him, especially for his loyalty For Rev, his tender heart was both his salvation and his undoing All the best of Maone into Rev, but it was often overshadowed by Preacher Man’s do DNA
Barry "Boone" Michaels, our treasurer, sat across froarette lighter between his fingers He was just a few years older than h his salt-and-pepper hair and beard h our prospecting period together, and we’d been patched in the saive me shit that as the president’s son, I’d had it a lot easier The truth was Preacher Man had the to let any son of his get by just on who he was
Next to Boone sat our secretary, Steve "Mac" McDonald His tattooed hand sat poised over a notepad, ready to docu that happened He was forty-five He’d patched into the Raiders twenty years ago He was a good bridge between the two distinct generations in the club
A tense silence choked off the air in the rooone down or was about to go down Unable to stand the quiet any longer, I de, Prez?"
Case shifted in his seat like he was physically affected by the news he had "Nordic Knights are stirring shit Again"
A low, united growl came from all my brothers It was an unwritten rule that clubs would have beef with one another fros But there was no club we despised ardless of all the alliances we had hts There was too much bad blood between us
"What are those bastards up to now?" Boone asked
"We heard this from one of our insiders in the Atlanta PD It see drug shake-up four ht thehts drug ring in trade for immunity" Case paused to run a hand over his salt-and-pepper beard I sucked in a harsh breath because it was one of the tics he had before unloading soaze cut over toas a courier for her boyfriend, Jahts Before she could testify in court, she and Jamey were murdered execution style in their apartether, all the breath left my body, and I momentarily wheezed before I could speak "Lacey"
"Yes"
"Jesus, as she thinking?" I ht tofor information about who could have killed Lacey I knew she had been involved in so how no one connected to her would talk, regardless of the amount of money I offered them The person closest to her, Willow, sure as hell wasn’t talking, and even if she could, she was too young to understand who the people were in her mother’s world In the end, I’d been led to believe it was a drug deal gone bad--she or her boyfriend hadn’t coughed up the money they owed
"Deacon, there’sout the hts scum and then turned rat?"
Rev shook his head "Maybe she needed i Lacey, I have a hard tiued Feeling Case’s intense gaze on lanced from Rev to hiuy naal’"
I bolted forward in my chair as Rev sucked in a harsh breath "He just overheard all this shit, right? What if what he’s hearing as Seagal is really Sigel?" Rev asked
Case grimaced "Yeah, it is He’s out Been out for fivea deal"
"How the fuck are we just now hearing he’s out? I thought we had eyes and ears all over the jailhouse," Bishop demanded
A tense silence fell over the table Just the el" hit me, Rev, and Bishop especially hard Frederich "Freddy" Spears, or Sigel, as he called hiave the Raiders far tooreasons to want him six feet under There was the racist bullshit he spewed about being the son of an actual former Nazi soldier, but there was also the fact he was once one of our own