Page 74 of Broken

Once they’re gone, I face the two men in the room.

“Put your fucking pants on. Stupid prick,” Nero steps back.

He is breathing heavily as he glares at the man. A brief glance at me gives nothing away about what he is thinking. Once the man is dressed, he tells him to get the fuck out and don’t come back until he’s called in to answer for this.

It takes a lot for me not to deck the fucker as he passes. Nero takes out his cell phone and barks at whoever it is to make sure Phoenix is taken care of and to get Grim the hell out of the clubhouse to wait for him. He listens for a moment, then hangs up without another word.

I watch as he takes in the room, pausing on the bag of coke and the powder on the bureau. A tightening of the skin around his eyes is the only sign he’s irritated. Nero doesn’t like drugs in the clubhouse.

Whoever the fuck this Grim asshole is, he’s in for a world of hurt. I’ve never been good at keeping my anger hidden. For once, I don’t give a shit that it’s the President glaring back at me.

It’s not my place to question this but Nero reads my body language. He hisses out a curse but doesn’t take his eyes off me.

“Roadie got them out of the clubhouse. Let him know I’ll get his bike to him.”

“That’s it?”

“How I handle this is my business. Club business,” he emphasizes.

“Did you know he is trying to get her into rehab?”

He doesn’t answer me. He will not tell me anything.

“She should have been barred.”

Nero steps right up to me. “I said, it’s club business.Garrett.”

I barely hold off the scoff. For a brief second, I consider giving him shit about the lack of respect he shows his own blood relative over this bunch of assholes. Then I remember why I came here. And it registers he called me by my name. Not Ghost.

It’s his way of saying he knows I’m here for a reason but he will give me nothing tonight.

None of it matters right now. I need to check on Phoenix. Nero doesn’t come anywhere near close to being a priority. I’ll figure out this thing with Calli. Even if means scaring Caleb off myself.

Nero walks around me without another word. Standing alone in the bedroom, I can’t shake the disgust at this whole fucked up place. If I could get the fuck out, I would.

Once you’re sworn in, the only way out is being found to be a traitor, utter disgrace or death. I’ve been lucky Nero has kept me so far on the outside.

The problem now is, I don’t know what way he will go. Pull me in, or push me away. I don’t regret showing up, I wouldn’t have been here to stop Phoenix killing that asshole.

Downstairs, Nero’s eyes are on me as I make my way to the door. I don’t look in his direction.

Fuck him. He let her in here tonight. Regardless of whether he knew a brother was giving her drugs or not.

Nothing good can come of her being here. Nero should have been there for his brother. Instead, he let him down and now Phoenix is going to be fucked up.

The ride back to Canton seems to take forever, but I eventually reach the shop and head upstairs. I purposely waited to call Phoenix and am glad he answers when I finally do.

“What did Nero say?” he cuts off any questions I have.

“A whole lot of nothing.”

“Fucking typical. I’m so done with his shit.”

I’m inclined to agree but I say nothing more about the Blackhawk Disciples. “How is she?”

“Finally stopped crying. I’m trying to get her to sleep it off.”

“What are you gonna do?”

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