his son. You can’t leave him,” Viking snaps.
“I have no other choice. Don’t you see that? If I stay I’m risking your club. It’s not just Roland and Drake. It’s all of you,” my voice almost hurting my ears. Viking watches me for a few minutes, not saying a word.
“You want help? That what this is? You want me to go behind my brother’s back and help you run?”
The look in his eyes tells me that this is a bad idea. I should have asked Fin. If anyone would help me, it would be him. The fact that Viking is the president is the only reason I’m asking him. He can withhold information, keeping it to himself, he doesn’t have to tell anyone if he doesn’t want to.
“I don’t want to drag anyone else down Viking. I’ve done enough of that for years. Roland lived without me once. He can do it again.”
“And your son? He can’t live without you.”
I close my eyes and blow out a slow breath.
“I don’t want to leave today. I want to spend a little more time with Drake. I need that time with him.”
“I understand that. Fuck Molly, this is gonna kill Reaper. You do know that, right?” Viking drags his hand through his long blonde hair.
“He’s a grown man. He can handle it.”
“And Fin?”
He would ask about Fin.
“Fin’s a good guy. I hope one day he finds what he’s looking for. It isn’t me.”
“Goddamn it,” he thunders and tugs at his hair. He paces the room unsure of what to say and I can’t blame him. I’ve just laid my life out for him, and I’m asking him to help me go against his own family.
“We give it some time. He needs you right now, and so does the kid. Let shit settle for a bit and if you still wanna handle it, I’ll help you.”
I nod my head with a small smile. Viking nods before storming out of the room.
Chapter 18
Reaper
“Goddamn, I almost want to get pulled over just to see what the fuck they can find,” Mason chuckles in the seat next to me. I just shake my head at the crazy son of a bitch. I’d prefer not to get pulled over if it’s all the same to him.
“Those walls look real, don’t they?” I ask him. Mason pulls the cigarette from his lips and glances over at me.
“Fuckin’ hell yeah, they do. That’s why I want to get pulled over. I want to see the look on those pig’s faces when they can’t find a damn thing,” he laughs before looking back at the road.
One thing I can always count on with these guys is a good laugh. My brothers never fail me.
“So, what do you think about this Brotherhood shit?” I ask as I grab a pack of cigarettes and light one up.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve never heard anything about it until you brought it to the table. Seems like a lot of bullshit if you ask me though. Who the fuck wants to be under the radar? MCs are always up front you know? That’s the part that pisses me off. We don’t hide who we are or what we do,” he says as he pulls off on the next exit. He keeps driving and follows the directions we were given.
“I suppose you’re right, but that doesn’t say shit for why they killed Ramirez’s guys. They didn’t keep that on the down low if they did that. Think they’re plottin’ somethin’?” Mason considers it a minute before raising his shoulder.
“It’s hard to say. What the fuck could they even want? We aren’t the only ones runnin’ that shit. Every goddamn one percenter around is runnin’ somethin’. It just seems odd to me.”
I lean back in my chair and smoke my cigarette while he keeps driving. I let his words roll around in my head. We shouldn’t even be on their radar as far as I’m concerned. Yeah they know I was in with Ramirez when I was locked up, but that’s the extent of it. If Tom is one of them, which doesn’t feel right to me, why the fuck would it matter? Hasn’t he been with them long enough for them to have his back?
“What are you thinkin’?” Mason asks.
“Not much man. I just can’t wrap my head around any of this shit. None of it makes sense. What the hell does Tom have to do with any of it?”
“I hear you. We’ll get it