Jigsaw pokes his head out from behind Rooster’s seat. “Already sent Doc a text. He should meet us at the clubhouse.”

“Thanks, brother,” Teller groans.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Rooster grumbles.

“Anyone even see a fuckin’ Viper?” Jigsaw asks. “Because I sure didn’t see shit. But someone wanted us dead.”

“Shadow was already near the wood line when the bullets started flying,” Murphy says grudgingly. “It wasn’t him.”

“Doesn’t mean the fucker didn’t light the fuse,” Jigsaw says. “Create a little chaos.”

“What’s he got against me?” Teller says.

“He was probably aiming for Murphy.” I glance back and lightly punch Murphy’s shoulder. Not in the mood for jokes, he grunts and takes the hit without responding.

He and Teller have been friends their whole lives, even before the club. As much as they love busting each other’s nuts, they’re closer than brothers. The crash that almost killed Teller a couple years ago had rocked Murphy hard.

Forget Murphy. How am I gonna explain to Rock that I got his son shot?

Worse, what the hell did we stumble into tonight?

Chapter Nineteen

Z

Our clubhouse is lit up and the parking lot is full when we pull in.

“I’m fine,” Teller bitches when Steer and Murphy try to pull him out.

Shadow’s inside being looked at by the doctor when I walk inside.

“His bump can wait, Doc. We got a bullet wound.”

“You guys love to keep things exciting for me, don’t you?” Doc mutters.

“Stick with Teller,” I say to Murphy, even though it’s obvious he’s not going anywhere.

“Everyone else in the chapel. Now.” I point to Shadow. “You too.”

“What the fuck was that clusterfuck?” I roar as soon as everyone’s seated.

“Prez, they were coming. I know it,” Shadow insists, sounding a lot less sure than he did when he was convincing me earlier.

“Well, whoever was inside is dead now,” Jigsaw says. “No one could’ve survived that blast.”

“Not like there wasn’t acres of woods surrounding the place anyone could’ve disappeared into,” Shadow mutters.

“How’d the girl know to run?” Rooster asks.

“What girl?” Shadow asks.

“Some chick took off right around the time we lost contact with you.”

“My girl wasn’t working tonight.”

Wait a minute. “Earlier you made it sound like she was there?”

“I got the nights mixed up,” Shadow says without looking at me.

“Who else knew we’d be up there?”

“No one,” Shadow insists.

“DeLova never showed.” Steer crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Shadow. “No Vipers showed.”

“There were bikers there,” Shadow counters.

“None were wearing colors, bro.”

“Did they get out?” Steer asks.

“I don’t know.” I glance at Shadow. “I was too busy ducking bullets.”