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I was confused, but I could tell as Dad’s face turned red that Steel had something to say about it and he was right. There was something fucked up about this situation and I was about to find out what.

“I’m being generous Silver Junior, and giving you four weeks to leave. You need to get out. All of you.”

I shook my head. “No. You own the land, not the house nor the club.”

Randy, the local sheriff pipped up, and it was about time he said something. “Yes, but it’s on Steel’s land. It’s not like you can take it with you. I’m really sorry about this news, Scar. I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to tell you, but Steel insisted on it being tonight.”

Dad and I exchanged a look as if we had the same thoughts.

“When did the old man die?”

Steel looked at his watch. I was surprised he had an analogue one, but he used his free hand to count the minutes. “Twenty five minutes ago. As soon as he was pronounced dead at the hospital, I came straight here.”

Randy sighed. “Fucking drunk driver. He killed him. The old man was going for his usual star gazing across the road, and then a car hit him.”

“You got the driver?” The first thing that came to mind was that Steel had something to do with it.

“Yeah, he’s in custody. Look it’s been a long night. The eviction papers will be served…” Randy started to explain.

“No need. I have them.” Steel said as he handed them over to Dad. “You see, the old man wanted you gone a long time ago. This was never Devil's Legacy land. Demon Saints have had this land for a long time. He wanted it to come back to us.”

“Bullshit! He hated what you’d driven the club to, which was why he gave it to me.”

Steel smiled as he put his comb back in his back pocket. Then he walked out, not waiting for Randy to join him.

Randy seems to be lost, as he couldn’t look at me, nor dad as he headed out too.

Dad and I stood frozen as we tried to process everything which had just happened.

“We have four weeks to get out, he said.”

Dad shook his head. “Over my dead body. I smell a rat and it has Steel’s name all over it.”

I nodded in agreement, but I didn’t want to spend more time with Dad than I had to. Dad had lied about the land being given to him, because the old man was a former Devil's Legacy. I had enough of lies tonight and I couldn’t deal with dad’s excuse, so like Randy and Steel I left.

Dad didn’t say a word, but I could hear him sniffling, no doubt for the loss of the old man. They were close, but I couldn’t deal with that. I would find somewhere to sleep tonight, even if it was at the back of my car.

* * *

Ihad to work and I couldn’t get distracted. The baby father could come back into her life, and where would that leave me? I wouldn’t go down that road again. I wouldn’t get hurt.

“Son. You’re acting like a big baby. Hiding from Mel?”

“No!” I replied a little too quickly, and then I picked up a spanner even though the car hood was down. “Business is down so I need to figure out ways to make it better.”

He chuckled. “Son. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. Put the spanner down and let’s talk.”

I was going to tell him that I didn’t feel like talking until he waved a couple of bottles of beer in my face. I could do with a drink. I had the thirst of a lion. He didn’t need to ask me twice, as I grabbed a bottle and dumped the spanner on the side.

I hated him for luring me into this type of situation. We didn’t express our feelings, we talked about bikes, women, sports and the business.

This was the way I liked it, and he did too. I didn’t know what had hit him on the head that he’d become Mr. Sensitive.

“I know what you’re going to say…” He motioned for me to sit down in the office opposite him.

“When did I get so sensitive?”

He shut the door, in case anyone heard the conversation. “I remember the day, I met your mother. Sometimes it felt like only yesterday.”

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