Page 125 of In Death, Love Survives
“Welcome back.”
“Good to be back.”
A dozen brothers of the club are greeting me, and it’s a whirlwind after months away. This time, I thought I’d be gone for longer, and by the look of it, some of these men did too.
I’m not sure yet if that’s a negative mark against them or not. It just goes to show that I’m right to have my guard up, even with them.
As we get situated in the room, everyone takes their usual seats as if we had a meeting in my home recently and not months ago.
I could have, and probably should have, done this back at our clubhouse, but I wanted to look each and every one of them in the eyes in my own home and talk about what the fuck is happening.
I don’t think anyone would go behind my back and work with whoever is doing this, but I fucking just don’t know.
“Alright, let’s let the pres talk,” Caleb shouts from my right-hand side.
As I glance over at him, part of me wonders if he would backstab me. I don’t think he would, but fuck, wouldn’t that be something else?
“Look here. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up and party later, but we have to get down to business.”
The chatter dies down as everyone around the table looks at me seriously.
“It’s fucking wild,” a brother, Ted, says.
“Wild,” another brother, Jake, repeats.
“We can’t have someone, or people, running around our parts and fucking blowing shit up. It’s not a good look for partners, it’s fucking not good for money, and it’s sure as fuck just bad business. Now tell me what you know, what you think you know, fuck, anything. Tonight, we make a plan.”
The brothers start talking amongst themselves about what they’ve been hearing. Everyone is debating the facts, shouting over one another, and it’s a mess if I’ve ever seen one.
I rest my head on my hand for a moment to try and make any kind of sense of what everyone is sharing.
“What I’m hearing is we don’t have shit,” I shout, interrupting everyone’s conversations.
All eyes snap over to mine.
“Pres,” Caleb says.
“Don’tpresme. We’re fucked if we can’t figure it out and put an end to it.”
I sigh as I lean back in my chair and spread my legs apart.
The symbol.
Sitting back upright, I lean my elbows on the table and tent my fingers to my mouth.
“At the fire yesterday, I found a symbol. It’s a circle with a V in the center. Anyone seen it before?”
“A circle with a V?” Jake asks.
“Yep.”
“That’s… wait,” another brother, Adam, chimes in.
“What do you got?” I ask.
“There’s been chatter about this new club starting up, down in Wyoming. One of the brothers came back one night from a bar, saying it was some type of revolution.”
“A revolution?” I ask.
