Page 162 of Savior
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DEAN
“Legion own’s the Asphalt Knights.” I hit my two brothers with it before they’re even fully seated at the table in the War Room.
Viper’s eyes shift between Viking and myself, before they settle on me. “Magnum was weird that night at the party with the Jokers.”
“You guys don’t need to get involved, but I’m going there.”
“Dean… I understand where you’re coming from, but you need to show a little restraint.” Viper urges.
“The fact that I’ve sat on this since last night, waited to bring this to the table first, show’s I’m exercising what restraint I’ve got left. How much more are we going to let him get away with? He tried to go through Preacher to Trojan Horse our Club and County. Who’s to say how long the Demons have really been around before they made their presence known?”
Lucinda had said Daniel was prospecting for a club… Could it have been the Demons, even back then? That was over two years ago… Has Legion been lurking in the shadows of the outskirts of my life, all this time? If that’s actually the case… Shit is definitely adding up to fucked.
“I know where this is going, but before we go storming the Knights’ clubhouse, Dean, let me see what I can find out.” Viking insists, pulling his cellphone from his cut. I watch as he scrolls through his contacts, bringing up a number.
“It ain’t like Lucinda’s ever been a pillar of truth.” Viper adds.
I listen intently as Viking waits for whomever he’s calling to pick up.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He grunts, “I don’t give a fuck. I need to ask you something you better be honest about… I’m not playing, Val.” His jaw clenches as whomever this Val person is, gives him shit on the other end of line. “And I need you to keep this between us… Is Legion at that clubhouse?” His expression hardens as he waits. “Maybe you ought to cut out of there for a while.” The tension around his eyes and mouth tightens as he growls, “Suit yourself.” He hangs up, muttering “Bitches...” as he turns to me, shoving the phone back in his pocket. “He’s there alright.”
I’m out the door before either of them can stop me.
“Fuck!” The young prospect shouts, scrambling to get his cellphone out of his pocket as Viking and I dismount our bikes and storm towards him. “Shit! Fuck!” He nearly drops the thing as he fumbles it frantically between his hands.
I grab him as Viking wrenches the cellphone from his grip.
“Magnum around?” I growl in his face. “Your fuckin’ president has some explaining to do.”
“Uh…Uh…” the guy stutters.
This is a waste of my fucking time.
I swing him off balance, shoving him into the bushes lining both sides of the walkway, leading up to the front door of the club. He falls backwards, all but his boots disappearing into the shrubbery. Viking tosses his phone into the shrubs on the opposite side as I burst through the front door.
Instantly, we’ve both got the attention of everyone in the front room.
“Where’s Legion?” I demand, my eyes scanning the clubhouse, slicing through the dozen or so members lounging about and shooting pool. I take note of the patches displayed on their cuts. Prospects and patched members of the Asphalt Knights that don’t hold any official rank. So far, no Demons.
Is she fucking lying to me again? To what fucking end, Lucinda!?
“We can take these pricks.” Viking says, eyeing them up as he cracks his knuckles.
“Magnum’s in the back…” one of the prospects says, nodding towards the corridor across the room.
I don’t wait for any of them to grow a set of balls and attempt to stop me. Viking and I head straight for the back. We’ve been here before. We know exactly which room they hold Church in.
“Allow me.” Viking says, as we come to a set of double doors. Not bothering to check if they’re locked, he slams his heavy boot into one of the doors. It splinters and flies open with a resounding bang against the wall. That had to leave a mark. Oh fucking well.
“What the fuck!” Magnum shouts from his seat at the head of their table. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Been wondering the same about you.” I glare back at him. “Where’s Legion? You lying sack of shit.”
His jaw clamps shut as he runs a hand over his mouth and beard.
“How long you been in his pocket, huh? When exactly did you sell your soul to the devil?” He doesn’t answer me. “So help me, I’ll tear this entire club apart. I’ll have my MC here within the hour. Along with the Jokers. We’ll run you all the fuck out of this state. I’m done playing.”
