Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) by K. Renee

come after you."  
    "I.. I got you," he stutters out. Good. I want him to be scared. If anyone touches her, I will fucking kill them.  
    "Good. Let me know if anything happens," I grate out. As much as I don't want her working there, at least I know I can make sure no one touches her.  
    Without another word, I disconnect the call, and make my way back into church where the rest of the guys are gathering.  
    Once I walk in and close the door, Mac bangs the gavel and calls the meeting to order. They spend the first fifteen minutes going over all their typical shit and the room is tense the entire time. A few of the guys keep looking in my direction, as I stand against the wall behind Mac.  
    Watching the way Mac runs his club is different than the way my old man does. The guys look nervous, whereas our guys always know my old man is going to give it to us straight. He doesn't candy coat shit to make anyone feel better, and I'm glad he does it the way he does.  
    Our guys respect him and no one should have to read between the lines like these guys have to do.  
    When Mac is finally done talking, he turns to me and tells me the floor is mine.  
    Walking up to stand next to Mac’s seat, I look around the room to try and get a read on the men.
    "Alright, some of you don't know me, but I'm from the Vegas charter and I am next in line for president when my old man steps down. I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm here. Well a few months ago my brother Raef was down here helping with a transport and it went bad. Not sure what happened, but I'm here to smooth shit over with your buyers. Who wants to tell me what happened?" I look around the room and notice a few of them looking nervous.  
    No one speaks up, so I decide on making them a little more nervous. I walk behind the first one that was looking uneasy and stick a hand on his shoulder. "You my friend, look like you know something that could be valuable." My grip tightens and I can see the others get wide eyes.  
    "I have no fucking clue," he spits.  
    He tries to knock my hand off of him, but I'm having none of it. "I know you know something, so spit it the fuck out."  
    He looks at the others who were looking nervous too, before saying anything.  
    "Your brother is the one who fucked shit up," he growls and tries to stand up.  
    Pushing him back into his seat, I lean down so I'm at ear level with him. "You know my brother never fucks up, so I have a feeling one of you mother fuckers had something to do with it."  
    He tenses and tries to act like I'm not fazing him. He winces when I dig my fingers into his shoulder.  
    "Where the fuck did the girl come from? One of you knows her." I see one of the guys across the table look around like he knows something, so I make my way to him next.  
    "Who is she?" I ask.  
    He looks away from me, and looks at Mac with pleading eyes. I knew one of them knew this bitch that caused all this shit and turned my brother into a fucking prick.
      "Who the fuck is she?" I roar. I'm so fucking tired of this fucking circle jerk that they have going on. I just want answers so I can deal with this shit and get home.
    He looks back at me and his eyes look sad. Mother fucker. He's gonna tell me that she's related to him or some shit.  
    "She's my sister. She got in deep with some bad dudes and when we went to get her out of there, he put a price on her head. She had been hanging out here until shit died down and when Raef got here, they hit it off and one thing led to another." Fucking hell, why can't shit be easy just one damn time?  
    "Where is she?" I demand. The sooner I talk to her the sooner I can put this to rest.
    He looks at Mac, and Mac nods his head giving him permission to tell me.
    "She's here. We have her in the safe room just in case they come after her again," he sighs.  
    "Show me," I grit out. He slowly gets up and leads me to a room that's right outside the compound. He swipes a key over the door and it opens.  
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