Trace: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lonely Rider MC Book 5) by Melissa Devenport

Author:Melissa Devenport [Devenport, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Perfect Harmony Publications
Published: 2019-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

TRACE

The atmosphere at the club house was tense, to say the least. All the men were assembled, their Prez, Bone, right down to the prospects. Trace told Steven he could have until the end of the weekend to get the information about the rat. He was still contemplating what he was actually going to do with the fucker if he failed. It wasn’t like he was actually going to break his knee caps. Maybe he’d bring Tommy around with him and put the fear of god into Steven. At least his secondary objective, to scare the guy away from Sandra, would be achieved.

Judging from the wild expression in Bone’s eyes, his pinched features, his too thin lips pressed into an even thinner line, shit might go down before Trace got a chance to question Steven. It was Saturday night and Trace knew what was coming.

The men were only ever assembled like this for one reason.

They were going to war.

Bone slowly walked around the room, his eyes searching the faces of all the other men assembled. There were twenty-two of them. Trace wondered how many of them would come back alive.

If they went to war against Anders and his men and something happened to him, he’d never get a chance to tell Sandra how he felt. That he’d loved her for a decade. That he’d probably loved her his whole damn life, since the first minute he’d set eyes on her, he was done, like all along they were meant to be. It was the ultimate irony they’d spent so many years apart when he felt like she was the only one for him.

Too late.

He’d realized all that sappy shit way too fucking late.

He was here, Bone circling the room. Their Prez wasn’t a good looking guy. He was approaching fifty, his once dark hair smattered with gray. He was big and burly, but he’d put on weight over the years and had a paunch that overhung his belt. Trace couldn’t say for sure, but rumor had it that Bone was also a good looking man once upon a time, but the years hadn’t exactly been kind. Hard and fast living, booze, women, drugs, and fights, had all taken their toll. A jagged scar cut through Bone’s left eyebrow and down along his cheek. He was a fearsome man now and not just because of his intense stare or his menacing size and domineering presence. People feared him because he’d become unpredictable.

“As you all know,” Bone started, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the clubhouse lounge. “John Anders and his men have stolen something that belongs to me. To all of us. He thinks he can make a move on our territory, push us out. He’s wrong. We’ve never been weak. He misjudged his enemy when he took our shipment.”

“You’re sure it was him who took the shipment?” Snake asked. The guy was tall and thin and had long dark hair. Trace wasn’t sure how he got the name Snake, but he did know the guy had been with Bone since the beginning.

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