King looked down at the table and sighed. He knew I was right. He knew how young his mother was when she got pregnant. He nodded, and I smiled.
When I stood up, King said, “Morgan.” The look in his eyes told me I wouldn’t like what he was about to say. “Put your money where your mouth is, little sister.”
I looked across the room at Jude. He was sitting at the bar talking to Zombie. I looked back at my brother to find him staring at me with one eyebrow raised. I conceded, nodding and turning.
The front door opened, and a young man and a young woman walked in.
“You motherfucker!” Ambush shouted. “You’ve got some balls walking back into this clubhouse, Stephen.”
“Please let me explain, Ambush.”
“Sullivan?” Jude said.
The young girl, who looked to be a teenager, stared at Jude, her eyes wide and filled with fear. Jude stalked over to the man and growled, “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my sister?”
Sister?
Jude had a sister? I looked back at King, and the look on his face told me he knew. They’d both kept another secret from me.
The young man—Stephen—swept his eyes around the room then landed on Jude’s chest.
“Prez, please let me explain. Then I’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit.”
“I ain’t your fucking president.”
“Chasm,” Zombie said beside him. “Stephen was one of the prospects that took off after Stone left.”
“CHURCH!” Jude bellowed. “Right fucking now!”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chasm
I stared at my little sister sitting in a chair at the end of the table in church. I tried to get her to stay with Morgan while I heard this kid out. I was a fair man. I’d give him time to explain before I fucking killed him.
Sullivan Prescott looked like my father. She had long brown hair the color of chestnuts, and blue eyes that sparkled. She was tall for her age. Five foot seven at sixteen.
Justin stood beside me as quiet as I was. Sullivan stared back at us, studying us, as if she was looking for the answer to a riddle no one wanted to tell her.
I sent a piercing look at Stephen. “You have two minutes to explain why you kidnapped my sister.”
“He didn’t kidnap me; I went with him.”
“How old are you?” I asked Stephen.
“Twenty-five, sir.”
I had to give him props; he looked me in the eye when he spoke. He didn’t cower in the face of my brother and me.
“Let me get this straight. You took off when Stone did and went in search of my little sister. A twenty-five-year-old man kidnapped a sixteen-year-old girl. Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head.”
Sullivan jumped up from her seat. “He didn’t kidnap me!” she shouted.
“Where have you been, Sullivan?” Justin asked.
She looked at Stephen, who nodded. “Hiding.”
“Why?” King asked. He’d come into church with us, he and Blade and Johnny. Popeye, Snoopy, and Hemlock were in the main room with Morgan’s family.