Forever (Lost Souls MC #1) - Blue Saffire Page 0,64

brewing. I’ll work shit out with the old man, but I think that’s the least of my worries.”

I sit forward with my brow furrowed. “The old man practically stepped out of the way to make you prez. He has a lot of respect for you. I don’t think this is going to be as big a problem as you think. As for the rest, we’ll shut that shit down. We’ve been running a tight ship for years. If it’s time for clocks to be cleaned, you know I’ve got your back.”

“Well, saddle up, brother. I think we’re in for a bumpy ride,” he grunts. He looks me in my eyes with his next words. “We’re dealing with Mags this time.”

I know his words are not a request, but a command. She needs to be handled one way or another. Mags is reckless.

King knows it and I know it. He doesn’t need to know why she’s here to know she’s here to cause some type of trouble. This isn’t the first time she has caused trouble around here for a little attention.

King has left dealing with her up to me. Mags should count herself lucky. Not anymore.

“Already done,” I say through my teeth.

King lifts to his feet. “Call me when you have information,” he says, dismissing me.

I don’t want to delay this anymore than I have to. I need to be on the road and back as soon as I can, so I can handle things with Eva. I get up with a heavy heart and leave. I won’t be holding Eva tonight and this shit is going to get a chance to fester.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath as I make my way out to my bike.

I’m getting too old for this shit. I’ll be glad when things pan out the way King has been planning. A big transformation has been in the works for the club.

I smile, that change is coming. I have no doubts about that. Everything is changing.

Chapter 23

Darkness

Eva

“What do I do now?” I say into my empty bedroom.

I’ve spent the day locked in my room at the clubhouse. I hate lockdowns. Honestly, I only come to the club because of Misty. It’s not that I hate the life or the club.

It all has its ups and downs. For me, I’ve just never fit in. Or should I say I’ve never tried. The fact of the matter is, Cage wouldn’t have it really. When we were younger, he tried to keep me away from the club as much as possible.

It was Sal that shadowed him when she was home from school. Cage would let her tinker around with his bike, same as he did with Reap. Me, Cage kept a book and drawing supplies in my hands.

Cage was good like that. He knew who belonged where and placed them there. I wish he were here now to tell me where I belong.

I feel so lost. I don’t want to go out there and get strange looks from the guys and dirty glares from the women. Most of all, I don’t want to run into Brick and his ex-wife.

“You’re such a fool,” I mutter, berating myself.

I guess I now know why Brick didn’t come clean right away with King. He never had any intention of doing so. I feel so silly. I’ve been crying since I got in here last night.

I hate that I hurt like this and I’m letting the stupid tears get the best of me. I don’t know if I can go out there and face them yet. A part of me thought Brick would at least respect me enough to come say he was sorry.

I was wrong again.

My stomach growls for the hundredth time and I don’t think I can ignore it anymore. I push the covers off and scoot out of the bed. It’s late.

Most brothers are probably shacked up for the night or in bed with their old ladies who have been forced into lockdown as well. There are probably only a few hanging around in the main den and around the bar.

I can make it to the kitchen and back if I move quickly. I toss on a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt. When I crack the door to my room open, I peek down the hall. All is quiet from what I can see.

I rush out and down to the kitchen. When I enter the kitchen, I sag in relief as the small figure in front of me