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“It’s got to be this way. Trust me.”
Raven dipped his chin. “Okay, pres.”
“I’ll be back in a few hours, probably not alone.”
That caught his attention. “Who’s comin’?”
“I need you to promise me you’ll keep this secret.”
Raven blinked. “I will.”
“Someone who can change the past and heal the club. It’ll end the shit with Undertaker and the Dirty Death.”
“Damn.”
“Be ready for anything,” I cautioned.
“I will. Ride safe, brother.”
Club brother. Best friend. Family. If something happened to me, Raven would ensure Crow took the throne. He’d help run the club and keep it moving forward. I trusted him because he was blood to me.
“If shit goes south, make sure Crow comes home and takes the president patch.”
Raven flinched. “Fuck, Rook. Now I need to come with you.”
“No, It’s got to be this way. There are too many lives at risk. You’ve got to follow orders.”
His face flushed, and I knew Raven was pissed.
“Don’t follow me. I’m not asking as your pres. I’m asking as your best fucking friend and brother. Let me do this.”
Defeat settled over his features. “Alright. You have my word.”
His word was resolute. If Raven gave it, he’d never betray it.
“I need to ride. Now.”
I left the parking lot outside The Roost and never looked back. I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Raven’s face or any of the club members when I left them behind. It hurt, and my chest ached. For the first time in over forty years, I put my children first and the club second—a choice I should have made long ago.
Fuck. It was another item on a long list of regrets.
Losing Crow’s mother because of this life. Choosing the club over Abigail’s mother. The rift between me and my son because I held on too fucking tight. Not being there enough for my daughter. They eroded my composure as I gripped the handlebars on my bike and sped toward Bakers’ Law Offices.
I parked my bike in the front spot, loading my helmet inside my saddlebags before I trudged up the steps and entered the building. The receptionist greeted me with a smile.
“Hello. Do you have an appointment?”
“Don’t need one,” I muttered, heading toward Howie Baker’s door.
“Hey, you can’t barge in there!”
“Honey, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
Pink dusted her cheeks.
I turned the knob and entered Howie’s office. “It’s time,” I announced.
Howie shot to his feet as his secretary rushed inside. “It’s fine. Cancel my appointments for the rest of the day. This is urgent, Sally.”
