Page 84 of The Biker's Brother

She nodded, liking the sound of that plan very much.

CHAPTER Fourteen

“We’re having a party here, or hadn’t you noticed?” Brant grumbled.

“It can’t wait,” Brandon replied, keeping his arm firmly around Cami.

Brash walked up. “You wanted to… Hey. That’s my shirt.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” Brandon said. “We need both of you in Cami’s room.” There was something about the look on Brandon’s face when he added the word, “Now,” that put his father and brother on alert.

Brant gave an almost imperceptible nod. Brash raised his eyebrows just enough to signal that he was on the same page.

“We probably don’t want to form a parade,” Brandon said. “We’ll go on back. You come one at a time when you’re sure nobody is paying attention.”

Brant and Brash shared a glance and silent agreement.

Five minutes after Brandon and Cami had been back in the room, Brash knocked.

Cami looked at Brand.

“Let him in,” he said.

She opened the door enough to be sure it was Brant or Brash. It was Brash. She opened the door wider, got hold on his shirt, pulled him in quickly and closed the door.

It took only seconds for Brash to survey the situation.

“Good heavenly Christ, Brandon. What happened here? Is that Edge? Good God Almighty. Is he dead? He’s dead, isn’t he?” Brash accused his brother.

“Yeah,” Brandon said. “He’s dead because he was trying to kill Cami.”

Brash jerked his gaze to Cami who nodded solemnly.

All three of them turned at the sound of a knock on the door. Brash looked at his brother and the Carmichael girl then walked over and let Brant in.

“Alright, what’s so…?” Brant took in the scene. “Good God Almighty, boy. Did that used to be Edge?” Brant’s eyes went to Brandon’s knuckles that bore the telltale signs of abuse. “What in heaven’s name have you…?”

“Edge was trying to kill Cami,” Brash said.

“He was working for her ex. Trey Michaels.”

Brant gaped. “That’s not possible. He’s a member of this club. Been with us since he was a teenager.”

Brandon, Cami, and Brash stared at Brant, who seemed to be having trouble processing the idea that one of the club members could betray them.

“Before he shoved a pillow over Cami’s face he said he was working for Michaels.”

“Jesus,” Brant said, looking at the body then at Brandon. “Is that blood on your cut?”

“Yeah. It is. And I’m not cleaning it off.”

Brant sighed. “Your grandad would no doubt approve of your idea of breaking in a cut.”

“She’s coming home with me,” Brandon said.

“Is she now?” Brant asked, glancing at Cami.

“Yeah. She’s not safe here.” The challenge made Brant’s hackles rise, but he couldn’t argue with that when the girl they were supposed to be keeping safe had just come within a hair’s breadth of the grim reaper. “Apparently the sick fuck she was married to wasn’t only interested in her money. He wants her dead just because he can’t stand to think about her living outside his control.”

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