The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

"Fucking hell, Gabriel." Looking over his shoulder Logan addresses Reid. "Go tell everyone we have emergency church in five." With a nod Reid walks off doing what he’s told.

I walk downstairs and enter church, taking my seat in the corner of the room, waiting for my turn to speak.

After all the men have filled in and taken their seats, Logan announces that I have the floor. The puzzled looks on everyone’s faces doesn’t surprise me. I never draw attention to myself and I’ve never been given the floor before. I’ve never had a reason, until now. I lean forward in my chair and rest my elbows on my knees and I address my brothers.

"A man by the name of Miguel Santino has my sister Leyna. I need to get her back. His only condition is that he wants to use the club for something. I don’t know what. He’ll tell me what he wants us to do once we agree," I say only giving them the short version of the situation as I look at everyone.

Prez doesn’t waste any time chiming in.

"When the fuck did all this shit happen? And who the hell are we dealing with?" He barks.

Not wanting to share details about my past with all the brothers I ignore his question, and continue.

"That’s not all. Our prospect Daniel is his nephew. That’s how he was able to find out about my sister and details about the club." I wait a beat and let my words sink in. A second later everyone’s booming voices fill the room. I hear the words "traitor" and "that fucker is dead." Slamming the gavel several times, bringing all the brothers to heel, Prez repeats his earlier question, looking me directly in the eyes.

"When the fuck did you find this shit out?"

"Today,” I answer. "One of Santino’s men came into the shop yesterday requesting a meeting. I met with him this morni

ng."

Realizing I’m not going to divulge any more of my personal shit in front of a room full of people, Prez announces, "Church is over. Everyone who’s picking up the shipment tonight, get your asses out and go see Logan out at the bar. When Gabriel hears from Santino, we’ll figure out a plan of action then." Turning his attention back to me.

"Gabriel, you stay put," he orders as he slams the gavel on the table.

Everyone starts to leave, but not before each one passes by telling me they got my back. I’m grateful for my brothers’ support. I’m also grateful they all understand and respect the fact that I don’t want to share certain parts of my past. After the door is closed Jake sits down and leans back in his chair.

"Who is this Santino guy to you?"

Fuck, I loathe sharing. I hate talking about my past, but I’m draggin’ the club into my mess so I have to tell him.

"He killed my father, rather he ordered one of his men to kill him." Jake stares at me for a beat with his jaw twitching, before he speaks.

"What are your thoughts on the next move we should make? You supposed to contact him or will he contact you?" he questions.

I was expecting him to crawl all over my ass for not saying anything sooner. Hell, everything was fine until yesterday. If it wasn’t for the fact that my baby sister’s involved, I wouldn’t have said shit to anyone.

"I’m supposed to wait for a call. He gave me a burner that he’ll contact me on. I have no more info other than the fact he wants the club to do some shit for him and he has my sister. My only guess is it’s something to do with drugs. Miami is Santino’s playground, so I have no clue what the fuck he’s doing out west. He spotted me at a fight a few nights ago. He said he came to see his nephew. Said he knew Daniel was in with a biker club, but was just a lucky coincidence seeing me."

"You believe him?" Prez asks suspiciously. Nodding I say. "Yeah, as fucked up as it all may seem, I believe it’s only a coincidence. I don’t see Santino keeping tabs on me. As for Daniel, the punk had no problem rattin’ us out."

By the murderous look on Jake’s face, I can tell the last part has him pissed.

Switching gears, Jake lights a cigarette then asks me the question I knew I couldn’t avoid. "You fuckin’ fighting again?"

"Just the once."

"What the hell for? And what the hell has gotten into you lately, son?"

I stare at him, not wanting to give him my reason for fighting, why the demons have wanted to come out and play. I don’t want to tell him I sent the sunshine in my life away. She was the first one to ever drown out the noise. She was the quiet to my storm. Even she didn’t know the effect she truly had on me.

Jake is good at reading people and I can tell by the look he’s giving me he won’t press the issue. At least, not right now.

"Your fighting could cause issues for this club. You better remember that. We don’t need any repercussions falling back on us due to you beating some poor fuck to death or near to it. You get me?" He warns.

I understand loud and clear and nod my head letting him know so.

"Alright. Nothin’ more can be done until he contacts you. The moment he does you tell me. We’ll sit down and figure out our next move afterwards."