Page 150 of Wanted By a King

A sound coming from the kitchen makes me stiffen before I aim my gun in that direction, stepping over body after body of mountain men.

In the kitchen, there’s a man bleeding out on the floor, and I recognize him as Shef. Old Man Wilson’s cook.

“Shef.” I hurry forward, kneeling beside him as he fights for every breath. “Who did this?”

Shef’s dark eyes dart to mine, his lips wobbling as he parts them to talk.

“R-Reapers.” He stutters.

“Was it Drake? Pops? Those guys?”

When he nods slowly, I wish I had made their deaths longer.

Fuck.

FUCK!

They must have been here killing Wilson and his men before they stopped at the deli.

Why did they do this?

“C-coming f-for K-Kings.” Shef stutters as blood spittles from his lips.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know. They’ve been coming for us for years now,” I mutter, and he tries to say something else, but starts choking on the blood.

There’s nothing I can do to save him. He’s too far gone, so I hurry to the phone on the wall by the door. I need to call Rocco and let him know what happened here today in case the cops show up and start asking questions.

When I press the receiver to my ear, there’s no dial tone, and my heart sinks.

“Fuck!” I yell, slamming the damn thing in place.

We have to go. We aren’t safe here. I need to get Zoe back to the clubhouse.

Grayson

ThedrivebackfromOld Man Wilson’s was filled with anxiety. Part of me wanted to turn this damn truck around and drive far from here to take Zoe some place safe. Some place where the dangers of the life I’ve chosen can’t harm her.

The other part of me felt the unmistakable pull of brotherhood. The need to return to my club and make sure they were safe. They are my family after all, and if Zoe is to be in my life, then they are her family too.

“And Shef confirmed it was the Reapers?” Rocco asks as I nod in response, swiping my hand down my face as the two of us talk in the sacred room we call church.

It’s been a long fucking day, but with the attack at the deli and the slaughtering of Old Man Wilson’s crew, we have to be prepared that the Reapers are getting more ballsy, and could potentially try to storm our clubhouse.

“Shef said they were coming for us,” I explain, remembering the carnage at Old Man Wilson’s house in the mountains. “What I walked into was a message. And it’s clear that the only way the Reapers could have known that I was going up there to see the grumpy old bastard, is if someone on the inside told them.”

My gut twists at the thought that we really fucking do have a mole in the club. A fucking traitor.

“Fuck!” Rocco snarls. “The only people who knew your plan were me, Gunner and Zoe.”

I nod. “Yeah but anyone could have overheard. We weren’t exactly having that conversation in private.” I add and Rocco nods, sitting his ass on the edge of the table.

That’s why we are alone in here. We have a fucking snitch in the club, and don’t know who the fuck we can trust.

“Maybe we’ve been bugged?” Rocco suggests, grasping at straws and I shrug.

“Maybe. I’ll get Tex to get his equipment out and do a sweep of the place, but if he comes up empty, then we know that one of our members has betrayed us.”

“Yeah.” Rocco nods, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

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