shit?
I release a deep breath. I was a Cobras’ member for thirty years, and it seems so fuckin’ unreal that it’s gone. Is this how Haven was feeling yesterday? She was letting out her anger, and I get that, but she’s got to deal with changes in her life, both good and bad. I’m not angry about the new changes coming within the club—I’m happy with the decision—but it’s gonna take time to get used to it all.
“Heard you had some trouble with Haven yesterday.” Snake’s voice startles me out of my thoughts.
Turning to face him, I respond, “You could say that. She fought like hell to stay and hurt herself during the fight. I took her to Kayla, and she wouldn’t say one goddamn word for the whole hour. She was pissed the fuck off when she found out we gave her and Chapel separate rooms, and she’s back to square fuckin’ one because her nightmares returned with a vengeance last night. I barely got any fuckin’ sleep dealing with it.”
His hand lands on my shoulder. “You did the right thing for her, Storm.”
My eyes narrow on him. “Did I? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.”
“She’ll be okay, Brother. You have to keep pushing her. Otherwise, she’s going to be stuck right where she is for the rest of her fucking life, and I know you don’t want that.”
Running a hand over my beard, I contemplate what he said. “Would that be so bad?”
“Yeah, it would.” He chuckles. “Deep down, you know it’s not healthy for her.”
I move away from him and settle into my vice president’s seat at the table. Snake and Hanger will take one end while Gunner and I will take the opposite. “Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing when it comes to her.” I want to continue talking to him about it, but more of our brothers begin to enter the room for Church.
Snake and Hanger remain standing while the rest of us sit. Snake reaches under the table then holds up a brand-new black leather cut. “It’s official, Brothers. We’re the Sinning Cobras Motorcycle Club.” When I’m handed mine, I check it out. Our emblem is on the back with our new top and bottom rockers, Sinning Cobras MC Kansas. On the front, it has three patches: my name, originals, and 1%er. I remove my old cut and slip on the new one. It feels strange, yet good. The same thought returns that this shit is going to take some time to get used to, but it’s all about moving forward. Right?
Hanger addresses us after he and Snake sit, “Are we all in agreement that our first official business will be to deal with the trafficking in Colorado?”
The room fills with “Ayes!” No one disagrees.
“Perfect! We’re all in agreement.” Hanger has a satisfied grin on his face. “I’ll start. We know a man named Marcus Coletti is supposed to be living right here in Sedgwick County, and he was the one who set it up for Dinch to take Rowan. Since Dinch offed himself, we can’t get any more information from him, but I did have Hacker look into it.”
That’s Hacker’s cue to speak. “After exhaustive efforts, I can’t find shit about a Marcus Coletti ever residing in our county.”
Spike cuts in, “What about other counties?”
Hacker continues, “I did find a few Marcus Coletti’s in other states, but not in any Kansas counties. After further research, none of them fit. Most likely, Dinch gave us a fake name.”
Snake jumps in, “We need to start at the beginning with Dinch. Find out anything and everything you can on the dirty cop.”
Hacker nods. “Already done, and I have a name. Nicholas ‘Nicky’ Deeds. He was known for being a thief and breaking into cars and houses. Just small shit. He’s basically been in and out of jail his whole life. Started young. Went to juvie. He was arrested multiple times by Dinch, then something changed about five years ago. Nicky got in with a group led by Jasper Kason, who has ties to Colorado. That group is into bigger jobs like grand theft. They have a couple chop shops around Kansas, but it’s unclear what the connection to Colorado actually is.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “What made Dinch turn dirty, though? Why would he arrest this guy multiple times then work with him to kidnap Rowan?”
“That, I don’t know,” Hacker explains.
Hanger sits up in his seat. “We need to find