Chapter 14 #2
As I positioned myself just behind King, my body tense and ready, Blaze moved silently to stand by the wall, the dangerous quiet in his stance matching my own.
The rest of my brothers settled into place, their expressions unreadable, but I could feel their readiness and absolute resolve to handle whatever shit Division Nine brought through the door.
My fists relaxed slightly as I took in the scene—my brothers standing with me, united and lethal. Whatever happened next, we’d handle it together, swiftly and without mercy if necessary.
I lifted my chin, my eyes narrowing on the office door, my pulse a controlled, steady thrum. Now, all we had to do was wait.
Only a minute passed before Prime swaggered through the door, his boots heavy against the hardwood floor, an arrogant smirk firmly in place. He radiated confidence—misplaced confidence if he thought for one second the information he carried would shield him from the danger he’d just walked into.
Cerberus snapped back into full guard-dog mode.
He rose slowly from where he’d been sitting beside Blaze, the low, menacing growl that rumbled from his chest cutting through the room.
Cerberus’s intense eyes tracked Prime’s every step, suspicion and aggression clear in their dark depths.
King muttered a quiet, firm command, and Cerberus instantly stopped growling, though he remained tense and vigilant, his stare never wavering.
Prime paused, clearly thrown off by the dog’s reaction, his posture stiffening slightly. But his gaze quickly landed on me, and a flicker of shock crossed his face before morphing swiftly into smug arrogance.
“Griffin Reid,” he greeted me nastily, drawing out my name like it left a bitter taste on his tongue. “Couldn't believe it when I heard you were a Hounds of Hellfire patch. Didn’t think a club like this would let a motherfucker like you in.”
He paused, clearly looking for a reaction from me. I met his stare with deliberate calm, giving away nothing even as ice flooded my veins.
“Had a feeling your prez didn’t know about your other activities.
” Prime shook his head in mock disappointment, his tone dripping with fake sincerity as he turned his attention to King.
“Gotta say, King, your club’s got quite the reputation.
Clean hands, no drug bullshit.” The small glint of unease behind his eyes betrayed that he knew exactly how dangerous it was to provoke our club.
“Hated bringing you the news that one of your guys went rogue.” He smirked again, the corner of his mouth curling cruelly despite his attempts to hide it. “But figured you’d want to know.”
King didn’t react, his face cold and unreadable. Prime’s gaze flicked between us, clearly annoyed by the lack of response. Then he pressed on, his voice laced with barely controlled anger. “Griffin Reid stole product from us.”
He spat the accusation, casting a disgusted scowl in my direction. The confirmation was clear—Gavin had gotten himself tangled up with Division Nine. The shitstorm I’d suspected had Gavin’s fingerprints all over it was now officially confirmed.
Prime continued, seeming eager to lay it all out in a show of authority.
“Your guy got involved with us, earned enough trust to start handling logistics, then conveniently misrouted a major shipment—thinking he could flip it himself and make a profit.” His lip curled with disdain.
“Lost a fuck ton of money and even more product.”
He stopped abruptly, clearly expecting one of us to speak.
But the room stayed silent, coldly indifferent to his accusations, and it clearly unsettled him.
Prime shifted his weight slightly, betraying the anxiety and frustration beneath his bravado, before pressing harder.
“We’re here to collect. Figure you’re smart enough to hand Griffin Reid over—or at least stay out of our way so we get justice. ”
I wanted to scoff at his use of that word as if he had any idea what it really meant. But I’d been told to stay silent, and my loyalty to my president kept my mouth shut.
When King finally spoke, his voice was calm but edged with deadly seriousness. “You’ve got the wrong man.”
Prime snorted harshly, gesturing sharply toward me. “Staring right at him.”
King’s expression hardened instantly, his voice lowering dangerously.
“Listen very fucking carefully. Not a single one of my brothers would ever touch that poison you peddle, let alone rip off someone they’d made a deal with.
And if any one of them had, believe me, I’d have already fucking dealt with it myself. ”
Prime’s eyes flashed with anger, but King’s authority filled the room like an unbreakable wall, immovable and absolute. Still, Prime pushed, a reckless edge entering his voice. “Griffin Reid is the man we want. Give him to us, King.”
King’s response was immediate and final. “Cross is a Hound. And he’s under this club’s protection. End of discussion.”
Prime’s jaw tightened, fury sparking in his eyes, but the fool wasn’t entirely stupid. He’d walked into our clubhouse and was now standing in a room filled with some of the most dangerous men he’d ever crossed paths with. Merciless. Lethal. He knew he’d pushed as far as he dared.
Without another word, he spun on his heel, but not before shooting me one final murderous glare. Stryker stepped forward silently to escort him from the room, the tension easing marginally once Prime disappeared.
The room stayed quiet a beat longer before I spoke. “So Gavin’s out there fucking around with Division Nine. Putting my name all over their damn business. The entitled, reckless bastard thinks he’s fucking untouchable.”
Blaze shifted his stance, his arms crossing over his chest. “Seems that way. Your twin’s got a serious death wish, brother.”
King nodded, his gaze calculating. “Gavin fucked up. Got greedy and ripped them off. But Division Nine doesn’t know about your twin. They think it’s you.”
Ash spoke up, his voice steady and thoughtful. “Division Nine isn’t gonna back off easily. Especially since they lost money and product. We need to handle this carefully.”
I met Ash’s eyes, understanding exactly what he wasn’t saying. This needed to be dealt with cleanly and decisively before Division Nine dragged us further into their chaos. “They’re gonna be after the whole club now—not just me.”
King’s gaze met mine directly, unflinching. “That was exactly the point, brother. They make a move against one of ours, they start a war they can’t win.”