Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,2
push the button, getting the nurse back in here.
“Everything okay?”
“Did they find my phone?”
“Yes, would you like it? I think I might have a charger that will fit,” she says sweetly. God, she is making me sick to my stomach with all that nice shit. I nod my head and watch as she leaves once more. She returns not long after with my phone and a charger. She plugs it all in and passes it to me as I think it over. Preacher scrambled it a long time ago, so no one can get my location. I smile back at the little nurse as she leaves the room once more. I turn the phone on and quickly scan my messages. Not a damn thing from any of them. What the hell? What the fuck is happening? I dial the one person who doesn’t hold any loyalty to anyone.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, Mystic.”
“Grave? Shit, brother, been a while. How’ve you been?”
“Not good. You heard anything about the Chicago Devils lately?”
“No, just their clubhouse got shot up by a rival.” Fuck! I take a breath and try to calm every emotion ripping away at my insides.
“You didn’t hear shit from me, yeah?”
“What the fuck is goin’ on, Grave?” he asks, sounding concerned.
“Not sure yet. You never heard from me. I’ll get back to you later.” I hang up on him and quickly dial Prince down in Florida.
“What?”
“Someone’s pissy.”
“Who the fuck is this?”
“It’s Grave.”
“Grave? Jesus, I ain’t talked to anyone in the Chicago Devils in years. What’s goin’ on?” Here we are. It’s time to put my trust in one of my brothers who isn’t a part of my chapter.
“There’s a situation. I need to know what you think of Cash, the prez out here.” This isn’t the ideal way of doing things, but at the same time, this isn’t the ideal situation either. That son of a bitch put five bullets in me. He left me for dead. He watched me, his own son, as I laid there and bled out. He fucking killed me. I died! Prince snorts into the line and I know this is going to get good.
“Can’t stand the motherfucker. He’s shady as fuck. I know many who want his ass out of the club, but they have nothin’ to go on to do it. Fuck, he’s a piece of shit as far as I’m concerned and the faster someone handles his ass the better but from what we hear, he has no blood family.” Now it’s my turn to snort.
“Yeah, he does. Me.”
“No shit? I didn’t know you were his kid, Grave. Fuck, brother.”
“Yeah. I don’t go around announcin’ that shit either. There’s a situation right now.”
“What’s that?”
“The motherfucker killed me,” I say as I grit my teeth. Prince laughs.
“You’re talkin’ man.”
“Yeah, they brought my ass back. They say the clubhouse was raided by rivals, but I watched that piece of shit pull the trigger. He stood over me, watchin’ me bleed out before he called for the guys to move.”
“What do you need from me?” The anger in his tone matches my own. I didn’t call him for help. I called him for assurance. I need to know that I can, by our laws, kill that motherfucker and face no blowback.
“Approval,” I say, closing my eyes and praying he gives it. If I want to kill a prez, I need another prez’ okay to do it. That’s just how our chapter is.
“You’re goin’ after him,” he says, not even as a question.
“He put five bullets in me. He watched me die in front of his eyes. Yeah, I’m gonna kill him.”
Chapter Three
The hospital was a nice reprieve. It was a chance to take a break and let my body and mind heal. I tried to focus on getting better and not the need to rip my dad’s head off. I left the hospital a few weeks ago, and I’ve been staying in a shithole hotel since then. I wasn’t going back to the clubhouse. There’s no way I could right now. My cell rings as I take a bite of my chicken.
“Yeah?”
“You gotta chew in my ear?”
“You gotta call when I’m eatin’?” He laughs.
“Got somethin’ for you,” he adds.
“Thought you weren’t gettin’ in this shit, Mystic? I don’t need them findin’ me,” I remind him.
“Fuck off. Ain’t no one findin’ shit. You wanna hear what I got or not?” I smirk, although he can’t see it.
“Sure.”
“Grayson ‘Grave’ Christianson is dead. Died of gunshot wounds a few weeks ago.” I