by Vivian Gray
A couple brothers spoke quietly down the hall, glancing at their phones. Tiny had gone to grab a round of shitty hospital coffee, while Silas was left wondering if that girl was gonna strangle her dad to say she finally got her revenge.
The door creaked open, and he straightened. The daughter peeked out, her gaze landing on him. Bright green eyes sent a shiver through him, but he wasn’t sure if it was a shiver that would lead to fucking or slapping. Maybe both, with this girl.
“You Silas?” Her words landed like a whip on him. He jerked his head into a nod. “Stone wants you.”
He pushed off the wall and followed her into the room, sizing her up from behind. On looks alone, she was the type of girl he’d hunt down in a bar full of women. Slender and tightly packed, she looked like a biker chick who liked to have a good time. But there was no way he’d ever hunt down Stone’s estranged daughter. He and the rest of the club knew that she’d given a big middle finger to the MC and everything they stood for. Silas couldn’t get down with that, not even for a good lay.
He shut the door behind him quietly, eyes adjusting to the dim scene. Stone wiped at his face as Silas approached. His daughter came around to the other side of the bed, gripping his hand.
“Now that you’re both here,” Stone spoke slowly, like it was a struggle, “there’s a favor I need.”
“Anything.” Silas crossed his arms over his chest, glancing at the daughter. Her cold gaze was on her father, a man who had done everything possible for her yet she’d chosen to cut him off. So many of the Death Knells’ brothers didn’t grow up with a dad, and Stone had protected and watched over them like a father. In his book, the daughter should never have been called to come to his side. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve him.
Stone let a weak laugh. “I knew you’d say that, Silas.”
“It’s true. I’d do anything for you, Prez.” He looked at the daughter again, whose eyes had narrowed. Game on, bitch.
“Good. Good. I like to hear that.” Stone shifted in bed, drawing a labored breath. “I’m gonna need that.”
His daughter stiffened, if it was possible, on the other side of the bed. Silas winced as his beloved president took another moment to get a lungful of air. It wasn’t fair this was happening to him. And Silas wished that it had been anyone else but Stone to get taken out. Death Knells had been fighting some rising tensions with a rival gang, Wicked Spawn. But after tonight’s incident, with Stone’s blood on their hands, it would become all-out war.
It was the only way to avenge Stone’s pending death. And Silas would make it his personal mission.
“First thing I gotta say is… my replacement.” Stone wheezed, his dark brow furrowing. “Silas, you’re gonna be the new president.”
Silas stared at Stone for a moment, unable to process the words. He must have heard wrong. There was no way… “What?”
“You heard me. You’re the new prez.”
He blinked once. Then again. “Stone—”
“I know what you’re gonna say.” Stone paused, drawing a breath. “And I don’t want to hear it. You’re the best man for the job. The decision is final.”
Silas stood in stunned silence. It hadn’t even registered, amongst the sadness and anger, that Stone would be thinking about his replacement. The enormity of this choice came crashing down around Silas. He wasn’t a new recruit, but there were plenty of other older guys who had been here since Stone got their chapter started back in the eighties. Why not one of them?
Silas clamped his mouth shut. A strange lurch of pride and confusion made his vision go fuzzy at the edges.
“The rest of the guys will understand,” Stone said after a moment. “They’ll agree with me.”
Silas finally nodded, his throat tightening. Why had he asked his daughter to be here to ruin this special moment? He glanced up at her, almost a glare, and found her watching him intensely.
“Now the last thing.” Stone coughed into his fist, grimacing. “Involves both of you.”
Silas drew a breath and held it, a niggle of worry in his gut. This didn’t seem promising.
“Consider this my deathbed wish.” Stone offered a rueful smile. “I need to protect my Jessa from the Wicked Spawn. You two…” He coughed, a little bit of blood on his lip. “You two need to get married.”
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