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Bear took a step toward Snap, towering over him and widened his stance. His gaze hardened, and for a moment I saw my friend the way I remembered him—hard, intense, pissed off. He’d settled since he moved here, but obviously, his intensity bubbled just under the surface. This was the man my father tried to recruit all those years ago.
“This is your only warning.”
Snap didn’t respond and wisely started up his bike, pulling out and kicking up shale when he got near the entrance to the road. We watched until they disappeared, and Bear shook his head. “Fuck.”
“They don’t know about Maggie.”
“No.” Bear ran his hand through his hair. “But how the fuck do they not know where Snake is?”
“Any word on Nick?”
Bear shook his head and pulled his phone from his pocket. I listened while he made the call to Luke but very few words were spoken. He ended the call and shoved his phone back into his pocket. “He wants to meet.”
“Where?”
“Hanks is booked today for a private party. Said he’ll come here later tonight.”
“You think that’s a good idea?”
“None of this shit is a good idea, brother.” He squinted his eyes in the sun and stared out at the road. “But we’re in it, and we need to end it.”
“I’ll round up the boys.” I pulled my phone from the pocket of my dirt-covered jeans.
“Make sure Race is here.”
“You telling him about Becs?”
“All the boys need to know. I need eyes on her. The Widows are too close.”
“I’ll make the calls.”
He slapped a hand against the back of my shoulder. “I’ll let Becs know.”
I nodded and stared across the lot. “They need shut down.”
Bear took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before speaking. “There’s only way to make sure they stay down.”
“Cut off the head,” I stated, knowing he was talking about my father. His reign needed to end. Hell, it needed to end years ago, but he’s stayed untouched.
“Would that bother you?”
I thought of my father and swallowed back the vile taste in my mouth. There was only one answer to that question.
“Only if I’m not the one to do it.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MAGGIE
A knock on the door pulled me from the romance novel I was reading on my Kindle, and my head snapped up. I looked at the time in the corner, saw 7:09 P.M., and frowned. It was Saturday night, and I was about halfway through a story that I really wanted to finish. I was learning a lot from reading romance. Some of it I knew was fiction, but I figured some of it had to be written from personal experience. This particular book was one written by Grace Monroe, a friend of Becs who also happened to be Luke’s sister, and it was definitely my favorite so far.
I put the Kindle down and stood from the bed, before making my way to the door. Pulling it open, I smiled at Becs who stood on the other side.
“Hey, Becs.”
She smiled, but it wasn’t her typical smile. “Can I come in?”
I backed up so she could move past me and then closed the door behind her. She walked over and stood by the bed, looking down at the Kindle. “What are you reading?”