Chapter 3

Fear’s POV

Damn it, I can’t believe this!

When I saw that message on Honor’s phone late last night, I knew right away that something was up. As the club President, I know the background of all my guys. So I knew Honor had a younger sister named Amelia. We’re a family here. We always back each other up, and we never leave anyone stranded on the side of the road.

But I sure as hell wasn't expecting... this!

I watch her as she talks with her brother. This woman doesn't even need to speak; she exudes an incredible presence.

When she got out of her car to approach me, I was completely captivated by the beauty standing in front of me. A smirk tugs at my lips at the thought. Shorter than me, she can’t be more than five-foot-three. Deep, mesmerizing brown eyes... expressing so much that I could spend hours trying to decipher her innermost thoughts. And that mass of long hair brushing against her waist...

Man, she's your brother’s little sister, so she's practically yours too...

I barely manage to suppress a scoff at that thought. My own body and desires couldn't disagree more. Ever since I laid eyes on her, my blood has been burning with pure lust. I'm forced to shift on the bench to subtly readjust myself.

Calm down, bro!

Either way, they aren't paying the slightest bit of attention to me. I think they’ve completely forgotten I'm even here.

"Lia, you know you're always welcome here. For as long as you need," Honor tells her after reading her last text.

Now's my cue.

"Alright, can someone fill me in?"

They both turn to me as if they're just discovering my presence.

"Don't look at me like that, I've been sitting here for at least ten minutes."

I only have eyes for her. Her eyes fascinate me.

To say I annoy her would be an understatement; a sigh escapes her lips as she starts typing a new text aimed at us... which she only shows to her brother.

A quiet growl builds in my chest. I'm getting tired of being pushed aside.

Honor glances at me for a split second. He knows my patience has its limits, and I really want to know what they're saying, so he better not drag his feet either.

"I get it. Come on, I'll show you to your room," he tells her, standing up.

Without a single glance in my direction, she imitates him and follows. I watch them walk toward the club entrance, taking in the view Amelia offers me from behind. Hips to die for, absolute perfection for a man's hands.

Damn it, I really need to get laid later.

I grab a cigarette from my pack and light it, waiting for Honor to come back and explain the situation. No need to talk; we know each other inside out. With a single look, he understood that I wanted answers. And I already know where he’s going to put her up...

In the room right next to mine.

The dorms are spread across three levels. The third floor is reserved for Honor and me, plus two extra guest rooms. The second floor houses the other members' rooms. And finally, the first floor is set aside for the club girls and guest rooms for visitors during rallies.

Of course, there's no way in hell she’s staying on the first or second floor. I blow my smoke toward the sky and close my eyes. I met Honor when he joined us as a prospect in our old chapter. Back then, I had already been in for a year. Things were getting rough with my mother’s boyfriend, so our previous leader made an exception for me, offering me a patch and a place to stay. I jumped at the chance; he was the only one who knew how urgently I needed to get out of there.

I owe a massive debt to all my brothers, because without them, I definitely would have turned out bad. So when I was asked if I was interested in starting a new chapter in Walnut Cove, I didn't hesitate for a second. My only condition was taking Honor as my Vice President, and that was that. I'm a disciplined guy, fully dedicated to the tasks handed to me. I've got my head screwed on tight and I'm fiercely protective of my people, with a natural gift for leadership. Some might mistake that trait for arrogance, but it’s nothing of the sort. I'm just honest, and I respect every member of my club as a brother-in-arms.

I open one eye as I hear footsteps, straightening up when Honor sits down across from me.

"Is the room to her liking?" I ask him.

His dark gaze answers me before he even opens his mouth.

"Leave my sister alone, Fear. She’s not a club girl."

Still as observant as ever—that’s good.

"She’s far from it, we can agree on that, brother," I reply in my most serious tone.

We lock eyes for a few seconds before his shoulders slump.

"Damn it," he exhales, running a hand over his head. "How could I have missed all this? Have you seen her? I barely recognize her..."

His gaze drifts off into the distance. Knowing him as well as I do, I know he’s beating himself up for not being there for his sister. However, I have a gut feeling telling me she’s hiding something from us.

"What did she tell you?"

"That she lost her husband in a car accident. Just like she lost her voice..."

Impossible.

Seeming to share my exact thoughts, his attention locks onto me.

"How is it possible that Hacky doesn't know about this when he’s been keeping tabs on our families for years?"

We’re on the same page. I nod, crushing my cigarette in the ashtray, my leg bouncing with the overload of questions stacking up in my mind. Hacky is the resident tech geek. A master at computers and surveillance, every member who wanted to keep an eye on their loved ones went to him, and I’m positive he set alerts for hospitals, police stations, and morgues. All of this tells us there was no accident.

So either someone very high up managed to scrub it from every record, or this is hiding something way more complex. Damn it... this whole thing stinks.

"Well well, what's up, losers?"

Cut short in my thoughts by the intrusion, I drag a hand down my face as Sniper joins us.

"Come on, spill everything to Uncle Snip!" he exclaims, throwing an arm around Honor’s shoulders.

A dry chuckle escapes me. Sniper became the club's Sergeant-at-Arms when we patched him in two years ago. At twenty-three, he’s the youngest among us. Despite his mentally demanding role, he’s constantly messing around.

Honor gives him his best unimpressed glare without answering.

"Dude, you do realize you're still the youngest one here, right?" I ask him, amused.

He brushes off my remark with a wave of his hand without even looking at me.

"Tch. Minor detail."

Suddenly, his eyes widen.

"Speaking of details... damn, man, who was that babe you just took upstairs?" he asks Honor, his eyes wide.

I stiffen at his lustful tone, clenching my jaw to keep from cursing at him.

"Because, holy hell..."