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“You stay here and if anyone talks to you, you’re with me,” Slade said.
“And if I don’t say that?”
Slade curled his lip. “This isn’t a fucking game, sweetheart. This isn’t some movie either. You’re in the clubhouse ofSOFRAW. Consider yourself in another world. The laws you think you know don’t apply here.”
“Just what I fucking need right now. More threats on my life.”
“Who threatened your life tonight, Nelle?” Slade asked.
He felt himself ready to pounce, wanting answers so he could find someone to kill to help ease Nelle’s suffering.
“My sisters were the threat,” Nelle said.
Slade heard someone say his name. Maggie put a glass of amber liquid in front of Nelle.
Fuck.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Cyrus and Linc standing at the open door to prayer. He hurried their way and into prayer. Linc shut the door.
Cyrus clamped a hand on Slade’s left shoulder. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know, brother. That was well thought out. Whoever this is, they knew Calista was going to be there and knew how to cause a diversion.”
“Calista?” Linc asked.
“The one shot. Nelle’s other sister.”
“Nelle?” Cyrus asked.
Slade curled his lip. He knew how this appeared and sounded. Using these women’s names so casually as though he knew them. Implying that he and Nelle were fucking around or something.
“I met them at the funeral for the first one,” Slade said. “Remember that? Calista was the drunk one, blaming us. Screaming at us. Saying we’re the reason her sister was dead. And now she’s dead…”
“Is someone fucking with us?” Linc asked. “Setting us up?”
“Shit!” Cyrus roared. “What if it’s that goddamn rat in this club? Maybe it’s time we do what Johnny would have done, huh? JC would not have stood for this shit like I am. Chain every fucking patched in member up and keep them that way until we have the rat crying and pissing himself.”
“Cyrus, it’s not like it used to be,” Linc said. “Club can’t go silent and vanish. You know what that’ll do to the streets? Bad enough we’veyellow bunnylingering around.”
“Okay, let me be the voice of reason here,” Slade said. “I already talked with Chief Dick. He’s more concerned that this is happening here rather than pointing a finger at us. He wants us to make this stop. Why the fuck do you think I brought Nelle here tonight?”
“Vulnerable and sad beautiful woman,” Cyrus said.
“Christ,Prez, really?” Slade asked.
“Like you wouldn’t,” Linc added.
“I’m going to find out as much as I can from her,” Slade said. “Keep her away from Chief Dick and anyone else looking right now. Hands off. She’s mine. Tonight.”
“She’s not wearing your ink, brother,” Linc said.
Rules were rules.
Without the proper ink, Nelle was fair game to anyone. And denial wasn’t a luxury in the clubhouse. To be fair, when Linc brought Nova around, that was one of the first things handled. Linc put his ink on her, making her his. Except this was different.
Slade knew attempting to argue that would be nothing but a waste of time. He hurried from prayer to find Nelle standing with her back against a wall. Monte towering over her.
The outlaw was pushing sixty but had the vitriol of someone in their early twenties. His life consisted of fighting, drinking,and fucking. Not to mention he had a hardcore belief on the unwritten rules of the club.
