Breakers Fuse - E.C. Land Page 0,2

suckered into another. This one not having anything to do with the club.

“Considering you got a chip on your shoulder about this, maybe it should be you. However, nothing has been decided yet. Figured we wait until Levi and Dash get here with her to see what we’re dealing with,” Ryder shrugs.

The fact this isn’t just about doing the Devil’s Riot a favor but helping out some of Ryder’s battle buddies, I guess I can’t be too irritated. But still, I would have preferred not to have to deal with some bullshit drama caused by a woman we don’t even know.

“What are you two muttering about over there?” Tilting my head towards Chains, having just realized we’d woken him up.

“Sorry, Prez, didn’t mean to wake you.” Turning fully to face Chains, I take the few steps needed to be at his side. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Ready to get out of this fuckin’ place though,” he says quietly so he wouldn’t wake Tiny, who was still sleeping at his side. Chains’ arm wrapped protectively around her.

“I don’t blame you. Hopefully they let you out of this place soon,” I mutter trying to deviate the conversation for now. He’d been in a coma when the club agreed to take this woman in, and we haven’t told him yet. Chains may or may not like the idea. Then again, he was the one who agreed to take Tiny in as a favor to his sister, Victoria, and it all worked out for him.

“You trying to avoid telling me what you two were talking about over there?” Chains narrows his gaze on me, having read through what I’d been trying to do. Deflect the conversation. Shit I’m not sure if he’s going to like this or not.

“Son, we have a guest coming to stay with us for a while. She’s arriving late this evening with two of her brothers as well as a couple of the members of the Devil’s Riot Charter.” It was Ryder who answers him. Better it come from him anyway, Ryder was the Prez for years before handing the gavel to Chains. Something had happened with him and he’d needed to get away. He’d gone nomad for years. That is until Victoria came to us after her ol’ man had been shot.

“Does my sister think I’m taking in every damsel in distress?” Chains grumbles.

Tiny must have heard him because she immediately lifts her head and stares at him. “Is that the way you thought of me when I first came to you? A damsel in distress?”

“Fuck no, Bitsy,” Chains growls, narrowing his eyes on her now. “Your situation was completely different, and I wouldn’t change my mind about you being here with me for a minute.”

“Then why is having this woman coming here any different. She’s moving here for her own reasons. From what I’ve heard, she will be staying in a little house not far from the clubhouse rather than in one of the rooms.” Damn if Tiny can’t be feisty when she wants to be. I’ll take it compared to the weeks of deviation. She took Chains being shot hard and refused to leave the hospital. Barely ate or drank anything. Just stayed curled up in a chair next to his bed.

“Tiny’s right, Nora isn’t staying at the clubhouse,” Ryder states, crossing his arms over his massive chest. I never have to wonder if my cousins and uncle are related to myself considering we’re all built close to the same in height and build. Granted I’m broader than them all, but we all resemble each other in some way. So much so that we could be brothers rather than cousins.

“Nora?” Tiny gasps, her eyes swinging to Ryder then myself.

“You know her?” I ask.

“Yeah. I know her somewhat. I wasn’t around her but a couple times when she came up with her friends. I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s friends with the ol’ ladies at Twister’s club. From what Izzy and Kenny told me, she had been shot, nearly died when Hades ol’ lady, Emerson, was taken. Then Mac was killed. Nora didn’t take that well,” Tiny murmurs the last part.

“Mac?” Chains inquires.

“He was a prospect for Twister’s charter. I don’t really know details of what happened, but I remember hearing the members at the original charter talking about it. Burner’s ol’ lady was taken the same day by some lunatic cartel guy.” My mind’s reeling with the information Tiny’s just given us.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I