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“I’m not sure. But if he does, I need to know that you won’t make tomorrow harder for me.”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “As far as I’m concerned Kace Striking is an upgrade on Taylor. I’ll handle our mother. You just get through the day.”

“Links?”

“Mm?” his mind is elsewhere and I can see it.

“You aren’t expected to lead the family now. You have your own life.” And I give him half a hug before leaving. He has always been the leader of the family but accepting him to carry our crazy family is above what is expected of him.

57

Kace

Iwas watching the game when I heard the front door. “Babe that you?” I shout over my shoulder and pick up my beer. I need a refill.

“I’m most definitely not your babe.”

I glance over my shoulder seeing Gabe, who is heading for the fridge. “Oi get me a refill will ya.” I say watching him help himself to my beers. I turn my head back to the game. It’s tight match.

“Fucking down by a point.” Gabe grumbled. “Was listening to it on the radio on the way home. Needed to see the final play.” So he took it upon himself to stop here I was guessing. And he cracked open a beer, and I took mine off him. “Where’s Ivory?”

“Your mothers.”

Gabe scoffed. “Guessing that won’t be going well. You coming tomorrow?”

We both didn’t look away from the television.

“Don’t know Ivory hasn’t asked.” Part of me was worried because she hadn’t

“You know you can’t wear club colours right. That’s probably stopping her.” Gabe says before we both start shouting at the television.

We watch, both with horror on our face as our team loses. “Fucking pieces of shit.” I muttered and picked up the remote with disgust, turning it off. “That player is paid over a million dollars and he can’t even kick straight.”

Gabe and I then enter a debate about the players rates, before he finally shakes his head. Knowing this argument isn’t going anywhere.

“So about tomorrow.” Gabe says, “You are coming right? Without that club vest of yours.”

“If Ivory wants me there, she’ll ask.”

Gabe’s eyes lock with mine. “He’s going to be there.” I look at him expecting more of an explanation. “He’s helping to carry the coffin. Links is going to be pissed when he finds out.”

I grit my teeth and exhale sharply. “If he wasn’t on parole I’d just get him taken care of.” I muttered more to myself but Gabe catches it, smirking at me.

“One good thing about you being a biker. You have an upper hand on him.” He swallowed what is remaining of his beer, pointing his empty at me. “Taylor is used to how Links fights, you he can’t predict.”

We both hear the front door. “Guessing that’s my little sister.” Gabe muttered, and knew our conversation was over.

Then I did a double take. “You fucking lost?” I say looking at Links.

“We have a problem.” Links looks from me to Gabe. “Why are you here?” Then raises a hand. “The game.” He answers his own question.

“Still not answering why you are in my house.” I grit out. I love one Henderson, but the others I tolerated—for Ivory.

“Taylor.” Links says it like it answers all my questions. “Is a mother fucking problem.”

“I’ve got it handled. He won’t be near Ivory.”

Links tilts his head. “Dad was in contact with him before he died. I just saw the paperwork.” Links is freaking out, running a hand over his head. And he looks at me. “Dad has linked and locked Taylor to Ivory in every legal way possible.”

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