Chapter 26
Keith
Before locking Quinn in her room, I turned to her and asked, “ What do you want for dinner?”
“Steak,” she stated matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes. “ Fine. Taven and I have to run. I’ll pick up a few steaks and grill them when we get back.”
Zane called me shortly after Taven and I finished our show for Quinn. He wanted us to meet him at his place outside the city limits, a good twenty-five-minute drive from the park. Every time I visited, I had to take a moment to reconcile the house with my biker brother.
It was a two-bedroom home painted white with red trim and a basement. Along the front stone stoop were orange and purple mums and a few small pumpkins. Little skeletons and witches hung from the awning.
The place was better than a trailer, that was for sure, but it felt like a home that belonged to a little old lady rather than a biker. It had belonged to Zane’s uncle years prior, but his aunt sold it when her husband and son were murdered by the pigs. She said the house was filled with nothing but sad memories since she no longer had her family to share it with.
I didn’t bother knocking when I got to the front door. He always had an open-door policy when it came to club members. The only rule was: don’t freak out if he was fucking some chick on the couch when you walked in.
Luckily for me, that wasn’t the case. Zane was sitting on the aforementioned couch with his laptop on his knees.
“So, what’s this about?” I asked, sitting next to him.
Zane pulled his glasses off and sat the laptop down. “I may have found a way to keep Quinn.”
“What are you talking about?” Taven asked, almost incredulously.
Zane drew in a breath. “First of all, if we pull this off, I want Quinn, too. We all get to keep her. I’m more than willing to share.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like a poly relationship?”
He nodded. “Sure, if that’s what you call it. But I only want to sleep with her, not you two; that’s gross.” I flashed him the middle finger, and he laughed. “Seriously, though. We share and get equal time with her. Maybe I can get a little more time since you two get to fuck each other.”
Taven rubbed his forehead. “All right, that’s fine, but why would Quinn stay? Why wouldn’t she rat us out to the cops?”
Zane turned the laptop so Taven and I could see the screen. It was opened to an article titled Game Controller Mistaken for a Weapon. The article reported that a man named Luke was killed by a police officer who confused a game controller for a gun. The man was shot dead as his fiancé watched. And her name was... Quinn McBane. If that wasn’t enough confirmation, the picture was of our Quinn. I smiled; we were both Mcs.
“I did more digging. A neighbor called the cops saying he thought Luke was beating on her. I found the guy and questioned him.” Zane pulled out his phone and clicked on a video, fast-forwarding it towards the end. An old man on the screen yelled, “I don’t give a damn if the kid died. Serves him right! Maybe those punks learned to let a man sleep!” My jaw dropped, and Zane nodded. “The old man called the cops because they were being too loud, not because he thought Quinn was being beaten.”
Taven looked horrified. “So, what’s this got to do with us?”
Zane grinned. “We bring Quinn a present. Bring her the man responsible for her fiancé’s murder. If we give her justice, maybe we can be honest with her and explain why we’re doing all of this.”
I hated to admit it, but it was a good plan. Chicks get super turned on when they are presented with their enemy’s head. “We can’t kill him, though, Zane.”
“Why not?”
“Well, we won’t kill him right away. We gotta make him confess his crimes first. We can’t just tell Quinn we killed this guy because we thought he killed her ex. She is going to want to hear it from this old fucker’s mouth.”
Zane grinned wickedly, and I turned to Taven, who smiled excitedly. “Alright then. Let’s go get our woman a present.”