Page 43 of Bonita Brynne
Boxer and Ire entered and went to their chairs. More men followed, and the table quickly filled with my MC brothers.
And Wolf hadn’t taken his deadly stare off me.
I understood his plight. He needed a win, a victory, to soothe his bleeding heart. In his mind, he failed Jill the day she was murdered and Rosa, the Mafia princess, for not finding her yet. I was confident his mind fabricated horrible images of what she might be enduring, thus making him more obsessed with finding her.
In our lifestyle, we see and experience the things most people only read about: territory wars, sexual assault, abduction, and violent murders. We’ve done unspeakable acts in the name of retribution. I wasn’t sorry, and I’d never apologize for any of it.
But Wolf, his pain drove him mad with fury. There was no one to save, no one to punish, no one to kill. If he didn’t find Rosa soon, dead or alive, I worried he might spiral out of control. Once a biker went off the rails, there was no bringing him back.
“Go take your seat,” I told him.
His hands rolled into fists, but he didn’t smash my face, which he could’ve. He lumbered away, dropped into his chair beside Ire, and glared at me. I pitied the man who met his wrath. Wolf had years of pent-up aggression to unleash… and it wouldn’t be pretty.
“We’re here.” Track and Raul came in and took their seats. The last to stroll in was Grizzly. He closed the door and went to his desk in the corner.
“Let’s get on with it.” I hit the mallet on the table. “The video was Dorian’s fuckin’ way of taunting us and demanding we hand over Brynne for Raymond.”
“That’s not happening.” Track pointed around the room. “She’s my woman. When church is over, I want all of you in the bar so I can claim her.”
“We’ll be there,” I replied and cut my eyes at Raul, expecting a snide comment. It didn’t come. Tina must’ve had some compelling words for him after they went to their room. “Trading Brynne for Raymond isn’t gonna happen. We are better than that. We’ll find a way to get Raymond and destroy Dorian. Won’t we?”
Hands banged on the table and the room filled with loud, vicious grunts.
“Grizz hasn’t had much time to study the video—”
“Because you kicked him out to fuck your Angel.” Lynx flashed a shit-eating grin. “I get it, priorities.”
“Fuck off.” I shook my head. “There isn’t much on the device anyway. Is there, Grizz?”
“No.”
“Do you have any new information?”
“No.”
“Okay, then. I’m open to hearing your ideas.” I spread my hands out, signaling the floor was open. We’d brainstorm ideas as we always did as a club, then put a plan together and execute it.
14
Brynne
Several of us had returned to the kitchen while the men were in church. It annoyed me that I couldn’t attend the meeting, even though the situation directly involved me. It’d been only thirty minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. Did church always run so long?
What if they couldn’t come up with a doable plan?
“Are women never allowed in church?” I said out loud to no one specific while twisting a napkin around my finger. My nerves were shot after watching the video and my mom’s scream. I was teetering on the edge of insanity, wanting this ordeal to end.
“I was allowed in once, but only because I had to speak to Ciro Remotti about his cousin, Casso.” Snow shivered as the name left her lips. “I didn’t want to be there or anywhere near Boxer at the time.”
“I remember that,” Maddy said in a compassionate tone. “That was the year we lost Jill.”
“Mhm.” Snow blinked back tears. “I miss her.”
Dear God, how awful.I bowed my head and swallowed my emotions.
“It’s hard to believe it’s been two years,” my mom said.
“And he’s still mourning her like it happened yesterday.” Eve teared up and sipped her soda.