Page 5 of Rogue's Path

“Basically.”

“Put him through the paces. If he doesn’t chicken out, we can introduce him to a real bike.”

Custom rides are what support the club. People come from around the world to have us make bikes for them. The wait list is over a year out and that’s with us turning down ideas we don’t like. To keep our brand hot and exclusive, we turn down more work than we accept. “He’s one of those nerdy doctors.”

“Why?” Havoc shakes his head as he lifts his coffee mug.

Life doesn’t function around here without massive amounts of coffee.

Bear walks in. “There’s a guy at the gate. Name’s Colton. He says he has business with you, Havoc, but I’ve never seen this guy before. Do you want me to get rid of him?”

“Colton?” I only know one Colton. “The Deathadder?”

“He’s not wearing a cut.” Bear shakes his head, which makes his overgrown hair fly everywhere. It’s getting close to the point where he’s going to need a man bun to keep it out of his face, which is grounds for expulsion from the club.

“They rarely wear their cuts.” Havoc reaches for his phone. “They’re too gentrified of a gang for that. Get more information. I’ll call Maddox.”

Bear walks out as Havoc dials.

“What?”

And it seems Maddox is in a great mood.

“Did you send a man over here?” Havoc doesn’t bother with a greeting either. The two of them could have been brothers from a different mother, even though I know Havoc’s actual brothers and they’re stick-in-the-muds who I wouldn’t believe are at all related.

“No… Is Colton there?”

That’s an odd response.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” Maddox clicks off.

“What was that?” Maddox usually says what he means. That was more like a puzzle.

“No idea. But it seems we’re going to have a chat with Colton.”

***

“You want what?” Havoc leans so far forward he could fall off his chair.

“This list of guns and a bike.” Colton slides over a slip of paper with enough weapons on it to stock a team.

“What are you going to use them for?” We don’t normally ask questions like that, but then again, Deathadders never buy their weapons from us. I’m pretty sure they acquire theirs from government contractors.

“I’m going hunting.” Vengeance pours out of his voice.

With those guns, he isn’t hunting anything with four legs. I wouldn’t want to be the person he’s looking for.

“Should I be worried about that?” Havoc lifts up the list. His eyes widen slightly.

“Only if you’ve started trafficking.”

Something must have happened. I’d be the same if one of my family or friends was taken by traffickers. Not that I have much family outside of my brothers. “If you need any help—”

Colton shakes his head. “Just what’s on the list.”

Colton sets a leather briefcase on the table. He came prepared. “This should cover what I need.”