Page 8 of Property of Scythe

The rumble of an engine alerts me to a brother’s arrival as a bike crawls up my driveway. I see Mountain glide to a stop beside my truck. He must need something.

I open my door and shut it as quietly as I can, so I don’t wake Mila yet. “Mountain.”

“Hey, Pres.”

“What ya need?”

He cracks his neck, avoiding eye contact.

What the fuck is going on? He’s never this hesitant. “Rex.” I use his real name, sensing he’s got shit on his mind. We’ve been close since we were kids. I know his tells.

“It’s Cami.”

Granny Jo’s granddaughter? “What about her?”

“Something is wrong. It feels . . .dark.”

Dark? “Get to the point, Mountain.”

The tension along his shoulders is making him so wound up that his fingers curl into fists. He’s a huge guy, bigger than most of the members of the club. When he’s agitated, it’s not a good thing. He likes to throw his axe around, and it can become a problem.

“I think Cami’s in trouble.”

Ah. Now it makes sense. “Give her a call. It’ll ease your mind.”

“She won’t want to talk to me.”

Damn. Something must have gone down that he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing. “Okay. What do you want to do?”

“Ride.”

“To L.A.?”

He nods.

“On your bike?”

“Yeah, Pres.”

It’ll take a week to make the round trip. I won’t tell him he can’t go. It’s his business. I don’t judge my brothers, and I don’t get involved in their shit. The only exception to that rule is if it affects the club or my family.

“Go. Stay in contact. No vigilante shit that gets you arrested.”

He doesn’t smile. “I can’t guarantee I won’t fuck up anyone messing with her.”

Christ. “Mountain. That’s an order.” I hate to give him one, but he’s not leaving me much choice. “Take Voodoo with you.”

He snorts. “Voodoo? He’s more trouble than I am.”

“But he’s loyal and he’ll have your back.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, finally agreeing to my order. “Alright. I’ll take Voodoo.”

“I’m not fucking around. Stay in touch. Don’t get arrested in fucking California. I need you here.”

“I know.” A tiny smile almost surfaces before he scowls. “I’m leaving tonight.”

I figured. “Watch your six.”