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she died - she hadn’t told anyone but him in fear she might jinx it.
    His girlfriend and his unborn child …someone he loved and a little person he would never have the chance to meet.
    This wasn’t the time to go down memory lane. Not in the middle of chapel—during a club meeting—when major decisions were in the middle of being decided. He needed to snap the fuck out of it and man up. Keri was gone and she wouldn’t ever come back, no matter how much he missed her.
    “Time for a club vote.” Dizzy looked around the table, his blue eyes settling on Trey. “We handle this Carlito situation by not only striking a deal with the Knights but arranging a meeting with Emilio and keeping him abreast of the situation. The man is his son…he may not want him to go to ground and to be honest, it’s not really our concern. We only want what should have been delivered in the first place.”
    Cillian shook his head. “What are the chances that Navarro is going to make up the product we were shafted on if he didn’t know what was going on? Even if he did, he’s gonna play stupid. There’s no way we’ll ever see what we’re owed. Hell, we don’t even know how long Carlito’s been dilutin’. As far as we can tell, maybe since July or August, but it might’ve been around the time I got tuned up and put on trial.”
    “Well, since we don’t know, we can only take a guess. Let’s just say since August. It’s November. That’s three months of product that’s been less than the quality we were promised. Personally, I think something has to be done about it,” Sean spoke up.
    “Agreed,” Kink said, nodding his head in solidarity with his father.
    “Time to vote then.” Dizzy looked to his right and faced Cillian. “We handle the situation with the cartel and speak to the Knights about increasing the amount we’ll buy from them. That’ll make up what they lose when their deal with Carlito goes south.”
    “Yea.”
    Brendan looked at the Prez. “Yea.”
    “Yea,” Sean said.
    Bookie nodded. “Yea.”
    “Yea,” Cricket responded.
    Kink glanced at the VP. “Yea.”
    Trey nodded his head in complete solidarity. “Yea.”
    “Yea.” Dizzy banged the gavel. “We’ll catch up again later this week once we have word back from Emilio. Until then, everyone look sharp and stay tight. If we gotta go on lockdown, we will.”
    Trey stood and walked out of the chapel.
    He had his own ghosts to contend with, he didn’t need any additional demons on his conscience. Yet without fail, every time chapel ended, it seemed like another person was condemned to go to ground. The bodies kept piling up around them like dominoes.
    Right or wrong, it was club life - the path he’d chosen. He would have to deal with the good and the bad, whether it suited him or not.
    It was just another sin he would take to the Reaper when his time came.
    The clubhouse was strangely quiet with only a few people around. O’Neal—aka Cell—stood behind the bar talking to Chantal, Kink’s sister and Sean’s daughter.
    Under normal circumstances, he might have stayed for a drink but he wanted to be alone. His parents’ house in Pine Bluff had been his own for the past several weeks despite all the club members living in Birch Tree.
    Trey knew the chance of retaliation from his former club brothers was next to nil. The decision to leave the Bastards and join the Saints hadn’t been his, not when Dizzy intervened and spoke directly to Jonesy. Proverbially speaking, the jig was up, and he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Jonesy would never entirely trust him anyway, knowing he and Dizzy had the same blood flowing through their veins. His parents were dead and the only family he had left was his sister, Trista.
    Married to a rock star and living the good life in L.A., Trista was safer than she knew. Desperate times had called for desperate measures and her husband, Lennon “Linx” Carter, made the ultimate sacrifice. He would forever be