Page 132 of Kings Fear No One
“You think I’m worried about the MC going up against them?”
Sydney frowns, blinking slowly. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I sputter. “Very worried. I just… I wasn’t sure if you were talking about what I thought you were.”
“I keep telling Mace maybe it’s time we do involve the FBI. You know they’re investigating too.”
“Right, to prevent any more death. And danger.”
Sydney gives a fervent nod. “You get it. Why should our guys put themselves in harm’s way when the feds are already on it? But let Mace tell it, it’s their score to settle. Fucking male egos.”
I can only give off a nervous laugh. Mostly because it’s confirmation we’re of separate minds. In this moment, while I am worried about the same thing as Sydney, I’m preoccupied by other things too. I’m a wreck piecing together how to move forward. How I can even broach the subject and what to do about it.
My heart aches at the thought it could mean the end of us. It could be a deal breaker for Logan…
“Have you heard from him?” Sydney asks. “Mace mentioned he had some stuff to get done. He didn’t tell me what. I’m not even sure if he knew.”
I shake my head in answer, too torn up on the inside to say much else.
Sydney suggests we head to the saloon for lunch and to check if Mick needs any help. In need of a distraction, I’m eager to go along with her. Since the shooting, security around the club has been turned up to the maximum degree.
Which is why it comes as no surprise that we enter to a more crowded bar than usual. Unless there’s a club meeting, most afternoons see few visitors. I’m at Sydney’s side as we approach Mason and Silver in the middle of a conversation.
“He’s supposed to be back now.”
“You said he texted you?” Silver asks, his arms bulging out of the short sleeves of his t-shirt. “What did he have to say?”
“Boulder,” Mason answers. “He said he’s been in Boulder.”
“That explains a lot. Including how he and his group have been keeping such a close eye.”
“Who’s in Boulder and who texted you?” Sydney asks nosily.
Mason gives his fiancée a look that would probably scare most people. But there’s a flicker of knowing in his gaze too, as though he’s fully aware there’s no running Sydney off. She’d only stand her ground, and that’s what he loves about her.
“Ghost,” he says. “He texted me.”
Nerves tickle my already sensitive insides. I inch half a step forward. “Logan texted you? He wouldn’t tell me what he was up to today. Is he coming back?”
“This is why we don’t tell you,” Mason says. “It always leads to trouble. Old ladies aren’t supposed to be involved in club business.”
“Mace, this is hardly confidential,” Silver points out. “Let Teysha know about what Logan said. It’ll probably calm her fears.”
Mason’s jaw clenches, regarding me for a second. “Logan went to the Zapote bar to confront the Barreras. He got some info out of them. The Chosen Saints’ whereabouts. Last he texted me, he said he was on his way back here. He said he’d brief us on specifics once he does.”
I swallow down the gasp that almost slips out. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m shocked, stricken by a shiver that runs down my back. Taking in what I’ve heard, my thoughts race trying to piece everything together.
“Logan’s on his way back. The Barreras told him where Abraham is,” I repeat slowly. “Boulder.”
The memory forms before my eyes. Fuzzy at first ’til it clears up and I feel like I’ve wandered into the past.
“You are my most special believer, sweetheart,” he tells me. “Better than all the rest. The most beautiful and loyal. So obedient.”
My skin crawls listening to him, though I keep my true feelings from showing on my face.
I busy myself instead with staring around the dining room, taking in the antiquated striped wallpaper and the portraits nailed to the wall. Many are generic art pieces of landscapes painted in watercolors. But there’s one framed photograph in particular that stands out to me.
“Boulder,” I blurt out. “The church in Boulder.”
