to this club, to his family, to himself? Thoughts fell back to his career as a CIA spook. He’d been blessed as a natural leader. The feds sharpened that skill to give him the ability to manipulate other countries, tribes or soldiers. Still, with all that training he’d failed to conquer a rag-tag band of misfit rebel bikers looking for meaning in an uncivilized, civilian world.
“Justice. It’s time we had a talk,” Sue announced.
Justice nodded but didn’t move from beneath the flow of water.
“There’s too much for one man to handle,” Sue said. At Justice’s growl, his hand came down on his brother’s shoulder. “Even an exceptional man like you.” The muscles beneath the inked tribal bands, Mexican sugar skulls, Latin phrases and the club’s sacred passion cross all twitched to life.
“You trying to take my chair at the table?”
“Hell no,” Sue barked. “I’m trying to help you keep it. This shit is going to draw and quarter you. The gun deal gone bad, this Gray Man ghost, Toad and that cop dumped on our property, and now our very own blood brother shot in cold blood by Savage Souls patch holders. Not to mention the fucking feds and Chief Perez.”
Justice allowed the water to continue even after it turned cold. Tears streamed into his grown-out beard, and was something for no one else to see. Weakness would mean the end to his rule. That’s what their daddy had taught them—cry and get a spanking for crying—cry some more and the punishment became severe until crying seemed like laughter in light of the pain.
“Okay, my blood brother. One step at a time, and we’ll get back to our feet. You’re the only one in the family I can count on—truly count on.” The words scalded his lips. Sue’s deadly sin was envy, and he’d snatch the presidency in a heartbeat if he ever saw Justice flinch from a power play.
Justice’s advantage was that Sue’s ex-wife was still alive and since they’d divorced, her testimony in trial was permissible. Thanks to her hating his abusive ass, she’d keep him on a leash. He also knew how committed Sue was to his two children. Mostly, his USMC code of honor would prevent him from doing anything to break the light in which his kids saw him. Justice had relied upon Sue’s family ties to keep him in check before, and would use it again.
“I say we follow through with Gray Man to complete the gun deal,” Sue suggested.
Justice slammed the hose to the ground, “Fuck, why does everybody know about Gray Man, but we don’t do shit about him?”
“We’ll take care of his ass. Rage had gotten a hook on his location and e-mail. He traced the guns to northern California, but someone inside the clubhouse was communicating with him to try to finish off the deal. That’s probably what brought Gray Man down here from Sonoma County. I say we head out and get our shit back—maybe even kill that asshole for what he did to Toad.”
Justice wiped a dingy towel across his face and chest, “You think he killed Rage too?”
Sue kicked at the pooled pond of blood and water, “Don’t know, but it don’t matter. We’re going to kill this ghost either way.”
“I’ve already told St. John to prepare the logistics for heading up to California. It’s going to take a military-like operation to grab those guns, and make sure the feds don’t get them first.” Justice finished dressing and tossed the used towel at his blood brother. “Let’s call a tight circle and start the plan.”
“What about Fury?”
Justice nodded yes.
Sue dropped his gaze. “You know I’m going to have to pull some serious strings to get him out?”
Justice grinned, “What were your words my brother—hearts and minds? I expect you’d do anything you could to save your brother.”
Sue arched a brow as his hand sandpapered across his granite-hard jaw, “She’s not that bad you know. This might really look bad on her to let a suspected murderer free.”
Justice dropped his worn
“Justice. It’s time we had a talk,” Sue announced.
Justice nodded but didn’t move from beneath the flow of water.
“There’s too much for one man to handle,” Sue said. At Justice’s growl, his hand came down on his brother’s shoulder. “Even an exceptional man like you.” The muscles beneath the inked tribal bands, Mexican sugar skulls, Latin phrases and the club’s sacred passion cross all twitched to life.
“You trying to take my chair at the table?”
“Hell no,” Sue barked. “I’m trying to help you keep it. This shit is going to draw and quarter you. The gun deal gone bad, this Gray Man ghost, Toad and that cop dumped on our property, and now our very own blood brother shot in cold blood by Savage Souls patch holders. Not to mention the fucking feds and Chief Perez.”
Justice allowed the water to continue even after it turned cold. Tears streamed into his grown-out beard, and was something for no one else to see. Weakness would mean the end to his rule. That’s what their daddy had taught them—cry and get a spanking for crying—cry some more and the punishment became severe until crying seemed like laughter in light of the pain.
“Okay, my blood brother. One step at a time, and we’ll get back to our feet. You’re the only one in the family I can count on—truly count on.” The words scalded his lips. Sue’s deadly sin was envy, and he’d snatch the presidency in a heartbeat if he ever saw Justice flinch from a power play.
Justice’s advantage was that Sue’s ex-wife was still alive and since they’d divorced, her testimony in trial was permissible. Thanks to her hating his abusive ass, she’d keep him on a leash. He also knew how committed Sue was to his two children. Mostly, his USMC code of honor would prevent him from doing anything to break the light in which his kids saw him. Justice had relied upon Sue’s family ties to keep him in check before, and would use it again.
“I say we follow through with Gray Man to complete the gun deal,” Sue suggested.
Justice slammed the hose to the ground, “Fuck, why does everybody know about Gray Man, but we don’t do shit about him?”
“We’ll take care of his ass. Rage had gotten a hook on his location and e-mail. He traced the guns to northern California, but someone inside the clubhouse was communicating with him to try to finish off the deal. That’s probably what brought Gray Man down here from Sonoma County. I say we head out and get our shit back—maybe even kill that asshole for what he did to Toad.”
Justice wiped a dingy towel across his face and chest, “You think he killed Rage too?”
Sue kicked at the pooled pond of blood and water, “Don’t know, but it don’t matter. We’re going to kill this ghost either way.”
“I’ve already told St. John to prepare the logistics for heading up to California. It’s going to take a military-like operation to grab those guns, and make sure the feds don’t get them first.” Justice finished dressing and tossed the used towel at his blood brother. “Let’s call a tight circle and start the plan.”
“What about Fury?”
Justice nodded yes.
Sue dropped his gaze. “You know I’m going to have to pull some serious strings to get him out?”
Justice grinned, “What were your words my brother—hearts and minds? I expect you’d do anything you could to save your brother.”
Sue arched a brow as his hand sandpapered across his granite-hard jaw, “She’s not that bad you know. This might really look bad on her to let a suspected murderer free.”
Justice dropped his worn
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