Resurrection (The Lone Riders MC Series Book 3) by Michelle Betham

was to happen to him before he manages to carry out his own revenge? Shit happens, Sol. He knows his stay with us is conditional. He knows he has to do as we say, or we just throw him out there to the lions and let him get ripped apart. But, for now, he can still be useful to us. He can tell us things that might aid our endgame.’
    Sol’s eyes narrowed. ‘I don’t see him being of any more use to us now. He’s told us everything he knows, so I don’t…’
    ‘We let him go, he gets to Coby first. You need to concentrate here, Sol. I want to be the one to bring Coby Walker down, not watch as someone else does it, least of all some fucked-up redneck with a messed-up obsession. His reasons are weak and pathetic. They’re irrational. What we’re doing, that’s going to have repercussions that will only benefit our club.’
    ‘So we continue to keep him prisoner?’
    ‘We keep him out of the way until we’re done. After that, he can do what the hell he likes. Shane Randell is not and never will be a problem.’
    Sol picked up a random coaster that was lying on the table, flicking it deftly between his fingers. ‘Coby and Lexi’s wedding day, huh?’
    ‘Coby and Lexi’s wedding day. So you don’t have too long to wait. Once we’ve done what we need to do, we end it. OK? We end it. Once and for all.’
    Sol looked up at his father, still artfully twisting the coaster between his fingers. But he stayed silent.
    The slight agitation Hector had felt before was suddenly back. Sol seemed edgy, and that concerned him.
    ‘Things are only going to get better around here, Sol. We’re going to become more powerful, more feared. We’re going to rule this fucking part of town and let nobody forget that. We’re going to be fucking kings!’
    Sol smiled, his father’s enthusiasm contagious.
    ‘Think of the future.’ Hector stood up, walking over to his eldest son, sliding his hand around the back of Sol’s neck as he leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on his forehead. ‘You are going to take over this club one day, son, and I want to be able to leave you a legacy to be proud of.’
    ‘You will.’ Sol smiled again, a wave of calm flooding over him. He was ready for this now. He was so ready, to do what was right. ‘I know you will.’
    Hector returned the smile, patting Sol’s shoulder. ‘Then let’s get to work. Let’s make this shit happen.’
     
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    ‘If he’s been working both clubs, for all that time, how do we know we can trust him?’ Luca asked, absent-mindedly stabbing the tip of his knife into the table top.
    Coby looked at him, raising both eyebrows. ‘You paying for that fucking damage?’
    Luca slid the knife back into his cut pocket.
    ‘I don’t know if we can trust him now,’ Coby sighed, leaning forward, clasping his hands together. ‘I had no fucking idea Michael and the Dark Angels went that far back. No idea he was in their fucking pockets, too. Not to this extent.’
    ‘He gave himself no choice,’ Kip said, swigging from a bottle of beer. It was just past breakfast, but he was in desperate need of some hair-of-the-dog. His hangover was banging! ‘He knows too much. Dug himself a hole he can’t fucking get out of now.’
    Michael Bailey’s involvement with the Dark Angels was still something Coby was trying to get his head around. He’d thought the Sheriff had been a loyal friend to the Lone Riders for decades, but now he could only question that loyalty. ‘He’s either a brave man, or a stupid one. But we need to be careful around him now, everyone got that? We have no idea how deep he’s in with the Dark Angels’ plan to take us down. We have no idea if he’s feeding them information, we have no fucking clue what he knows, or how much they’re telling him. But we tell him nothing. OK? Treat him like the person he is – a lawman. We all clear?’
    Everyone was ready for the fight now, whenever it may come.
    ‘So, Ben managed to pull it off, then?’ Luca said.