I walked back over and stood in front of Nathan. Squatting down in front of him, I rested my arms on my thighs.
I sighed heavily, and Nathan watched me cautiously.
“I take this personally, kid. You see, my job has always been doing what you fucking did. I joined this club for the same reason you did. To watch and to listen, and to learn.”
I heard my brothers shuffling behind me. Morgan was right; it was time they learned the truth. As much as I could tell them, anyway.
“My job was to find out if my president was dirty.” I shook my head. “I don’t mean in the criminal sense, ’cause we’re all fucking criminals,” I said, holding my arms out to include my brothers. “But to determine if he was one of the fucking scumbags who were selling women and children to sick fucks like Devlin Scott and George Stone.”
I stood up and looked my brothers in the eye. “Thankfully, he wasn’t. But his kids were.”
I turned back around and faced Nathan. “You see, my former president was working with his aunt, doing shit that went against humanity, and I don’t play when it comes to that shit. I don’t forgive and forget like my father always preached.”
I cocked my head to the side and stared at Nathan.
“Did you know my father was a preacher? Well, preacher isn’t exactly the right word. Motherfucker is better. He liked to quote scripture to get people to do his bidding. He’d twist it around to make it sound the way he wanted it to. The way ignorant, weak-ass men understood it.
“They followed my father because they wanted to be him. They wanted to fuck any woman they desired and use the Bible as the means to make it okay.”
I grabbed Nathan’s chin and squeezed it tight, making him squirm.
“I never wanted to be anything like my father. But you did, didn’t you, Nathan? You thought a man like Zephyr gave a shit about you because you shared his DNA.”
“What the fuck are you saying, Prez?”
I looked over at Zombie, my VP. “It seems Nathan here is Zephyr’s spawn. He sent his kid into our clubhouse thinking we wouldn’t find out.”
“I’ve been here for months without you finding out shit, even with your fucking cameras,” Nathan hissed.
I nodded silently, thinking about my next words. Then I smiled.
“There are no fucking cameras.”
Nathan’s mouth dropped open. “But you said...”
“I fucking lied. Turns out I am a bit like my father.”
Before I could say anything more, the basement door flew open, and Brian stood in the doorway, panting.
“Prospect, what the fuck are you doing down here?” Ambush growled.
I placed a hand on Ambush’s chest before he tore into Brian. “What happened?” I asked, already making my way toward the door.
“Jenna... said... Nathan had someone... outside. Morgan... took gun... under bar... went outside.”
That was when I heard it. The gunshots.
“Fuck!” I pulled the gun from my back, turned, aimed, and fired a single shot into Nathan’s head. Then I took off for the stairs, my brothers with me.
I took the stairs two at a time and slowed only when I got to the end of the hall and the shooting had stopped. I held up a hand and, with my gun in front of me, I turned the corner into the main room.
The first thing I saw was Benny standing behind the bar with a gun in her hand. Smokey pushed past me and went to her. My eyes swept the room until I found Morgan, back against an overturned table and a gun on the floor beside her. I dropped to my knees beside her.
“What the fuck happened?”
I pulled Morgan into my arms, and she sobbed against me.
“SULLY!” Pardon yelled.