I agree with the sergeant and let him know I’ll inform the rest of the men here. My head is swirling with this news. What the hell is going on?
First, Terson, who’d lost his wife in a car accident, now Lanston. This shit is fucked. Someone needs to call his ex-girlfriend and let her know. She deserves to know even if they’d broken up. They’d been together since high school. Last time I spoke to him he’d been devastated over the fact she’d broken up with him the night he intended to propose. Claimed he’d cheated on her and had the proof of him screwing another woman.
Shaking my head, I shoot a text to Whip telling him to get his ass home and then I call K-9. I’ll inform him of the news and let him break it down for the others.
This shit needs to end.
Chapter Five
Venom
Leaving my room after calling K-9 to inform him of what Jennings had told me, I head into the kitchen. I reach into the cabinet and grab a bottle of Jack and another of Jim. Whip’s gonna need it. I’ll give him the choice and then take the other one.
With bottles in hand, I make my way to the living room and throw myself onto the couch. This room here is another reason the two of us were sold on this place so much. The living room is big enough we could fit a big enough sectional for us both to be comfortable. I lean forward and put the liquor bottles on the coffee table and sit back and wait for him to get here.
Whip responded immediately to the text I’d sent him. Doesn’t take long to get here from the clubhouse. It’s only about a fifteen-to-twenty-minute drive.
I close my eyes and listen to the silence of the room, trying not to let the shit from tonight get to me. It’s bad enough I dream about the shit at night, I don’t need it to happen now.
The roar of Whip’s Harley can be heard as he turns on our road. I wait until I hear him pull into the driveway and then the silence. Opening my eyes, I sit forward and grab both bottles between the fingers of one hand and hold them in the air for when he comes in through the door.
“What’s going on?” he demands, entering the living room.
“Pick one,” I mutter.
Whip steps forward and grabs the bottle of Jim. Figured as much.
“Gotta tell you something,” I announce while opening the bottle in my own hand.
I wait for Whip to chug a good amount of the liquor down and then inform him of what Jennings called to tell me about Lanston. I go over the details of the information.
“Who the fuck could have killed both him and Terson?” Whip snarls. “Do they even have any leads?”
“I don’t know, brother,” I mutter, taking a gulp of Jack.
The two of us sit together in silence, letting it sink in we’ve lost yet another brother.
My question is why?
Why them? They had family. Lanston wanted to find a way to fix shit with his girlfriend. Terson loved his wife and never turned his eye away from her. They were together for years. Same as Lanston. I don’t understand how someone could come in and destroy the happiness that those two shared with their women.
Something’s not adding up here and I want to know what it is.
Whip sighs, leans forward, and puts his bottle down on the coffee table. “We can’t sit here and get shit-faced.”
“I know.” I nod in agreement.
“You call K-9 and Red?” he asks me.
“Called K-9,” I mutter and lift the bottle to my mouth for one last swig of the whiskey. Normally, I’m a bourbon man. “He said he’d tell everyone else.”
“I’m thinking we should start a collection for Terson’s little girl. Lanston didn’t have kids but Terson’s daughter doesn’t have anyone,” Whip grumbles.
“She’s got her grandparents,” I state.
“You know it’s not the same, brother, yeah her grandparents love her but they’re not her parents. They won’t be able to help her do the things her parents did. They’re a lot older and can’t get around as easily as most people.” I can see where he’s going with this and he’s right.
“We’ll talk to Stoney tomorrow. See if we can’t do something. Maybe see if the other charters could contribute to the collection,” I mutter in agreement.
“Yeah.” He nods and lifts his bottle up off the coffee table. Whip lifts it in the air, “To Terson and Lanston,” he mutters and takes a long sip.
I lift my own bottle in the air. “To Terson and Lanston.” I follow suit.
Whip clears his throat and meets my gaze. “Changing the subject, you wanna tell me what you did to Lips to piss her off.”
Grinning, I shake my head. “She’s pissed I wouldn’t fuck her after I had her suck me off in the hallway.”
“Fucker. She’d been pissed when you left. Evidently, she’d told a few of the other clubwhores she intended to get you to fuck her throughout the rest of the night,” Whip chuckles.
“Bitch was definitely wrong about that. I fucked her mouth then dipped out of there. Fuckin’ exhausted and didn’t feel like dealing with bitches trying to get in my room,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. I’m glad for the change in topic but the air in the room is still filled with the tension of what we’re both feeling right now, at the loss of not just one brother but two.
“I don’t blame you. I’d been about to take Brandy back to my room for a quick fuck when I got your text. Guess you saved me from having to kick her ass out of my bed,” he mutters and shakes his head.
“You’re welcome?” I grunt in
