Trink calls out to us like a fucking brat when I swoop down and kiss her, long and deep like she deserves, ignoring the jeering and fucking idiocy around us. That’s what being in this club feels like, grinding on my girl in the middle of the fucking clubhouse so everyone knows for fucking sure who she belongs to.
“Get the hell off of her before I fucking puke, dickhead,” Trink snarls at me, and Angel pulls away from me. I level my asshole of a sister with a savage look but she just grins back at me.
“Friday nights are church and ladies night, right? So get on, we’re busy talking about important shit.”
Angel huffs and squeezes my hand before she pulls away. “How exactly is forcing me to listen to your conquest stories important shit? Posey looks ready to puke and I’m about there myself.”
I give Trink another glare and she bounces off, her shorts too fucking short and Angel follows her, a little more comfortable around here now no one is watching her.
Well, Monroe is still watching her but we all know to just ignore that cunt.
King stalks out of his office and yells out, “Church!”
I shoot Speck a look to keep an eye on the girls and then I take my beer with me to the chapel. Rue is already in there, scowling at some paperwork and I park my ass next to him.
“What’s happened?” I murmur, and he scowls up at me.
“The Demons went into Shreveport last night. Took out thirty men while they slept. Someone let them in, got them past security, and unlocked the brothers’ bedroom fucking doors so they could be slaughtered in their sleep.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I take the papers from him and see the schematic of the Shreveport clubhouse, all of the security the Demons would have to get through to pull something like that off.
Motherfucking rats.
King shuts the door and walks back around to his chair but he doesn’t sit down. Nah, his face says he means fucking business.
“I’m done playing around and keeping fucking quiet about this shit, so I’m saying it like it is. There’s rats in our club. Not just this one but the whole of the Unseen MC and all its charters have been infiltrated by Demon scum. Now I was hoping to work my way through every last member until I could clear you but Shreveport just got hit hard. Luis just lost thirty good men while they fucking slept because the Demons are too fucking scared to face us like men. That being said, I’m not standing for that shit happening here under my roof so I want every man in this room to know if you’re not my blood, consider yourself on notice.”
Dead fucking silence.
No one wants to say a fucking thing to that and King nods like that’s the right answer. “If you’re a rat, you’ll die. Simple as that, we will find out and you will fucking die. If you’re not, you better start pulling your fucking weight to prove yourself and your loyalty to your patch. Better yet, find me the fucking traitors. This club is my fucking life and I’ll be damned if I let Grimm fucking Graves take it from me.”
When I leave the chapel I get to the girls before anyone else can, Rue hot on my heels. I want my girl safe but there’s more than that getting me fucking moving.
“Are we just gonna fucking forget that there’s a fucking Graves in this building? Are we just gonna let the obvious fucking rat sit there in our clubhouse?” Diesel snarls as he walks up behind us and I turn on my heel as I block him from getting any fucking closer to Poe.
Rue turns with me and I think Diesel is breathing his last fucking air.
Except King stalks out and saves us from the murder. “This club swore an oath to protect Alby’s granddaughter, you lay a hand on her and I’ll assume you’re a fucking rat for disobeying my orders like that. Unseen don’t break oaths, that’s Demon shit.”
I don’t move an inch until Diesel huffs and stalks off. Rue is practically fucking shaking when I finally turn around to find Trink and Angel covering Poe like they were expecting someone to try to shoot her.
Makes my blood fucking boil.
“Get her home, brother. This place isn’t safe for our girls right now,” I mutter and he nods sharply. Poe and Trink both follow after him, quiet for once.
Angel tucks into my side as we leave together.
Shit’s about to get a lot worse before it gets better.
Epilogue
Tomi
Months later
We’re woken by my phone, the ringtone cutting through the quiet night air like a knife. I pull away from my woman, rolling to sit up and grab the phone to find King’s number flashing at me
Fuck.
“What’s happened?”
Angel sits up in bed next to me looking like a wet fucking dream, all naked and perfect and fucking bitable.
“You need to get your ass to the clubhouse. Law’s dead, Diego’s been shot, and Rue’s about to go off the fucking rails.”
Jesus.
I lurch out of the bed and start cursing up a storm. No way I want the type of hell that’s just showed up on our doorsteps, not with my Angel blinking up at me like I’m her fucking savior and instead I’ll be dragging her into a life of death and destruction.
Lawson is dead.
“What the fuck happened? Demons?”
There’s shouting in the background and then King heaves out a sigh. “Has to be. I need you here right the fuck now, Tomi, someone needs to talk Rue down and he’s already knocked two guys out.”
Fuck.
“I’m on my way.” I prop the phone up on my shoulder as I pull on my jeans and start rummaging for a shirt. Angel sits up in bed and starts looking for her phone in the sheets.
“Bring Angel. We’re going into lockdown until we can get a handle on this shit. And Tomi?”
I pause with my cut halfway on at the tone of his voice. “Yeah?”
“You need to be ready for what you’re walking into.”
Fuck. “I’ve seen plenty of blood and death, King. I’m solid.”
The shouting gets worse down the line and I hear him walking away.
“No, Tomi. It’s worse than that.”
What could be worse than a dead brother, another full of lead, and my cousin losing his fucking mind over it?
“Posey is gone.”
Also by J Bree
The Mounts Bay Saga
The Mounts Bay Saga
The Butcher of the Bay: Part I
The Butcher of the Bay: Part II
Hannaford Prep
Just Drop Out: Hannaford Prep Year One
Make Your Move: Hannaford Prep Year Two
Play the Game: Hannaford Prep Year Three
To the End: Hannaford Prep Year Four
The Queen Crow Trilogy
All Hail
Standalone Novels
Angel Unseen: An Unseen MC Novel
About the Author
J Bree is a dreamer, writer, mother, farmer, and cat-wrangler. The order of priorities changes daily.
She lives on a small farm in a tiny rural town in Australia that no one has ever heard of. She spends her days dreaming about all of her book boyfriends, listening to her partner moan about how the wine grapes are growing, and being a snack bitch to her two kids.