Wes dropped his chin to his chest while I scoffed. “Hard to turn when you never pledged or committed to begin with.”
Suddenly Jameson stepped outside, his leather jacket covering his shoulders. It had on his colors for our club, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still sympathetic to what his old club dealt with. I had to assume Silas felt the same way. The difference was Jameson had pledged to the Stone Riders and wore his loyalty on his chest and back. Silas never had, except to prove his loyalty to his wife.
But Natty was loyal to Silas in a way that surpassed her loyalty to the club. Even more so now that they had two children together. Laura told me she’d already questioned Natty earlier, but she wasn’t giving anything away.
“Keep going, Giles. Tell us about this meeting with Lance and Silas.” I nodded toward Jameson to join us. He rubbed his hands together and took a seat on the retaining wall.
“Kids are okay in there?” I lifted an eyebrow, and he nodded.
“Natty started baking cookies in the kitchen with them.”
Giles checked his phone, which had me on edge.
“I made an alliance with Lance because about two months ago, we had something happen up in Richland that caused a stir.”
Wes kicked his foot out, crossing one ankle over the other. “What sort of stir?”
“The kind that hit the Death Raiders first. Ten of their members were killed in a way that sent a message. It was out of the blue. It shook Lance, so much so that he brought Silas into it.”
Jameson was the one who asked, “Why would Silas need to be brought into it?”
Giles rubbed his hand over his head then exhaled once more. “Because the calling card left behind was the same one left with mine. They took seven of my members, and those men all had families.”
“Who isthey?” Wes asked, glancing around our little group.
Giles looked each of us in the eye when he said the one word that had me going back in time ten years, the last time I thought we might lose everything. The only other time I honestly felt like we might not make it out alive.
“The Destroyers.”