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“We don’t need this shit right now. The whole fucking underworld is on edge. We have enough fucking bikers fighting with each other.” King rubbed his hand over his face. “For now, we keep eyes and ears open. Nav, find out as much as you can. I wanna know why they left Flagstaff and how the fuck they ended up in our backyard.”

“What’s fucking next?”

“We need to talk about Freeway,” Gunner said.

“What the fuck has he done now?” King groaned.

“Nothing, that’s the problem.”

“Why is that a problem?” Colt asked.

“Because it’s fucking Freeway. A quiet Freeway is a scheming fucking Freeway,” Gunner explained.

“Anything more from Steele about why he sent him up here?” Jingles asked.

“No.” King stood up and paced at the front of the room. “Where is he working?”

“With Tank in the wrecker,” Gunner confirmed.

“You need to call Steele and get more information,” Cash urged.

“I don’t want to talk to that fucker,” King grumbled.

Gunner looked at Cash, his brows furrowed in confusion. Cash shrugged. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in Little Rock that pushed Steele to send Freeway here.

Steele and King had been tight in the club, King being the Road Captain in the Mother Chapter. King had looked up to Steele in a way similar to Declan. Both men had let him down. I didn’t blame him for wanting to put distance between them.

King hated secrets. He might be keeping a few things close to the vest from us, but he was honest about doing it and why. We trusted him completely.

As for Steele, well, I learned quickly that if you were outside his small fucking circle you didn’t get told shit. I guess King wasn’t part of that circle anymore.

“Trouble in paradise?” Cash snarked.

King froze in his pacing and turned on Cash. “You got something you wanna fucking say?”

“You already know what I think.” Cash and King glared at each other.

“What the fuck’s going on right now?” Jack asked.

Cash opened his mouth to answer Jack, and King snarled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Jesus Christ, what is going on with you two?”

We all watched as the two men glared at each other. Cash had made it abundantly clear he disagreed with King keeping the secret he held about Amber to himself.

On the one hand, I understood King’s objective. He gave his word to Sypher. And he gave his word to us that he would tell us as soon as he could.

On the other hand, I agreed with Cash. Secrets had a way of tearing a club apart. It wasn’t just wanting to go legit that had King starting this chapter.

Finally, King answered, “Difference of opinion.”

Cash scoffed.

“Get on the same fucking page,” Gunner barked. “I’m assigning a fucking prospect to follow Freeway. What is the new one’s name?”

Everyone looked at Gunner. It was his job to run the prospects. This just added to what King said about him being distracted.

“Aren’t you in charge of the prospects?” Jack snickered.