9
STORM
Tears burned behind my tired eyes as I took in the destruction. After I got the call, I’d gotten a crew together and rode through the night to get here. No matter what I thought I’d see, it didn’t come close to what was surrounding me.
A couple of holes were in the wall of the clubhouse’s bar. Tables and chairs were flipped on their sides as people had tried to escape. Some hadn’t made it out, like my youngest sister, Megan.
Last night, Megan was celebrating another year in her young life and didn’t live to see another day.
I clenched my back teeth and rolled my hands into fists. Retribution for Megan pumped in my veins. I will fuckin’ kill whoever did this with my bare hands!
“Jesus, can you imagine the chaos in here after the first bomb hit?”
I cut my gaze at Toby. “I’m trying not to.” I stepped over a puddle, tinged red and black, and went toward the less damaged side of the room.
“Grizzly just checked in. He should be here in fifteen minutes,” Track said. “I’m having flashbacks to when Wolf’s and Jill’s apartment above Sister Chic was torched.”
“Yeah, the dank, burnt smell in here made me remember that too. Fuckin’ Dirty Hunters.” Luckily, nobody had been hurt at Wolf’s place.
“At least we knew who was behind it.”
“True. Get the crew cleaning. I don’t want my dad and Jane to see this place a mess longer than necessary.” They were both held up in their bedroom, completely destroyed.
“I’m on it, Prez.”
I scrubbed the side of my face, still shocked at the loss and wreckage around me.
The innocent teenagers enjoying a party with music and dancing shouldn’t have been a dangerous activity.
They had no idea what had been heading for them.
They wouldn’t have believed they were spending their last minutes away from their parents and loved ones.
Jesus, I rubbed the ache in my chest as my beautiful Birdie’s face flashed behind my eyes. The thought of losing my daughter, losing her and Chase, or my Angel, would be more than I could take. I would die right on the spot, never wanting to live a second without them.
The old me, pre-Angel and kids, would have thrown a massive tantrum because I hurt so deeply for the families who lost their kids last night, and I couldn’t fuckin’ reverse time. I couldn’t bring them back from the dead. I couldn’t make anyone’s bleeding hearts whole again.
No, the more controlled and mature father and husband I’d become stalked out of the wreckage to meet Grizzly, my computer genius.
I was confident he and Toby would get on the security cameras and find out who did this.
Once we knew who was behind the attack, I’d hunt him down like the piece of shit he was and get retribution for my dad and the others.
Motorcycle clubs didn’t mess around. I didn’t play games. If another club was after the Knight’s Legion, we’d take them down—a life for a life.
Outside, I inhaled the fresh air and turned my gaze up to the sky.
Megan’s murder was just another stain on the mother chapter for me.
My own childhood had been hell. When I thought of the things I’d seen and done, and how my mother left me, I’d normally drink myself into the toilet.
Now, all I wanted was to deal with the situation and get the fuck home to my family.
Grizzly arrived on the property and not a moment too soon, before my demons overpowered me.
I met him at the curb and Toby appeared next to me.
“I got here as fast as I could,” Grizzly said from the seat of his Harley.
“I appreciate it. Toby knows what I want done. If either of you need me, I’ll be around.” And with that, I left the two people I knew could get me answers.
I just hoped they would get along now that Grizzly’s secret was out and I knew about him liking Toby. It might be weird for him, but I didn’t care. This was club business and it took precedence over anything else.