Sway’s many things, but he’s not a coward.

“It wasn’t just Sway,” Rooster says. “None of us wanted to go after the Vipers. We all voted on it.”

“Because you’re all scared of National coming down on us.”

“You thought patching over some Vipers would get you out from underneath National?” Can he really be that stupid? Priest would’ve come down even harder on them. “If the Vipers took over this charter—which never would’ve happened, by the way—Priest would’ve sent in every damn charter he could. All you would’ve done is spark off a war.”

“You’re weak,” he spits out. “Pushing DeLova away. Been neglecting the Demons. How long you think that goes on before they take us over? Vipers could handle those two threats.”

“Neither of them are a threat. Our relationship with Stump’s club is solid. Always has been.”

Shit, we partied with them right before National. Rode with them for a while too. We’ve done business since then.

Shadow’s full of shit.

Even if the Demons had an issue with downstate, they’ve been close to upstate for years. They wouldn’t go after one of our other charters without serious cause.

It doesn’t matter. “We’re getting sidetracked. So, you admit you were working with the Vipers MC? A known enemy of this club.”

“I’m not admitting anything.” He sits back, smug as a child who stuck out his tongue.

“Who shot Sway?” Steer asks.

Shadow’s calculating stare slides between Steer and me. Finally, he shrugs. “Don’t know. I was inside.”

“Are you sure about that?” Rooster pipes up. “I got records showing you renting a black caddy with the same last three digits of the one that tore ass out of here after Sway was shot. Not to mention a few other details.”

Shadow’s head snaps up. “What records?”

Jigsaw steps forward. He has his own knife out and slaps his open palm. “Myra gave you up.”

Shadow’s eyes widen for the briefest second, then he snorts and looks down. “Like fuck she did.”

“I had to give her some encouragement.” Jigsaw closes the distance between them and gently digs the tip of his Bowie knife into Shadow’s chin, forcing his head up. “Then she had all sorts of stuff to say.”

“You’re down here stripping my patch because I felt up your old lady’s tits?” Shadow yells at me. “But you gave him permission to carve up my wife?”

“No one even knew you had a wife,” Steer reminds him.

“Some civilian piece on the outside isn’t my concern,” Jigsaw says.

I glance over at Jigsaw, not happy about how he may have gotten his information. But I’ll have to address it later.