Renny (The Henchmen MC 6)

She was right.

No one was forcing me.

I had a feeling, though, that I would end up doing something that better sense would tell me I absolutely did not want to do.

Torn, I looked back at Lo and she dealt the death blow. Granted, she did it with a wince and her voice was nowhere near as strong as it usually was when she spoke, but she still said it- the words that would change everything.

"It's an order, Mina. Do this job or pack your bags and leave Hailstorm."SEVENRennyLazarus simply didn't leave.

After the meeting with the guys about what happened at the gym and what that meant and then confronting a Mina who decided to be a chicken shit and run, we had gone down and uncuffed him. We hadn't apologized since we weren't sorry about trying to protect our own, but he didn't seem bothered by the whole ordeal anyway.

Reign offered him a drink since we were all having one thanks to a shitty day. He refused seeing as he was clean, but hung back anyway. Repo and Duke seemed to take to him instantly and I had to admit his somewhat laid-back ease about being in a biker compound in the middle of an underground war was intriguing and welcome seeing as no one else would dare step foot anywhere near us right then- not even close friends. We couldn't blame them either. They had women and kids to worry about.

When everyone was ready to turn in and he didn't seem to take the hint to leave, Reign shrugged and decided to lock him into the extra room that had been built on during renovations for the sole purpose of housing new prospects. Numbers decimated, Reign knew we couldn't and wouldn't survive past the year, even if the war was over, with our numbers as low as they were. And as much as it was too soon, our brothers not even cold in the ground yet, it was a necessary evil.

Starting in the morning, all the kid stuff would have to move to the basement and we would set to building the bunks in the new barracks room. The reason they would be out there instead of in the basement where all prospects, including myself, had slept, was because the barracks room had shipping container walls and a heavily locked security door. Reign was literally planning on locking the guys in when no one was awake or around to keep an eye on them.

He wasn't taking any chances.

Then, I swear to fuck, it was straight out of goddamn Field Of Dreams. The next night, the guys at the gate came in to tell us as we sat bullshitting with Laz that there were two guys at the gates... with duffle bags.

"The fuck you mean they have duffle bags?" Reign scoffed.

"They each have a bag filled with clothes and personal shit," Mitch supplied. "We went through it all. There are no weapons and we patted them down. They each had a switchblade but readily told us about them in their boots."

"What? Are we running a fucking hotel now?" Cash laughed.

"They said you'd want to see them."

Reign looked around at us, knowing we each were carrying and knowing we were on-edge and alert. Then he nodded. "Alright. Send them in."

Then he did.

And in walked two guys. Both were blond. One had longish hair and a full blond beard. The other was clean shaven. The bearded one was thinner, but strong. The clean shaven one was more solid. Both had blue eyes and the same carriage- set shoulders, lazy gait.

"And why the fuck would I want to see you guys? Never seen you before in my life."

"See now," the bearded one said, smirking, "that's where you're wrong. You've seen us. Actually, you taught me how to put a curve on my fastball."

Everyone seemed to straighten at once, curious.

Reign's brows drew together. "Who the fuck are you guys?"

"Cyrus," the bearded one said, meaning himself. "And Reeve Harris. Our pops was..."

"Gus," Reign said, remembering suddenly though the rest of us were in the dark.

"Yup," Cyrus agreed, nodding. "Died in that shitty deal with the Irish some ten years back."

"And your mom wanted nothing to do with us after. Refused the widow money and everything," Cash nodded.

"So what the fuck you doing back here?" Reign asked, blunt as ever.

"Know that shit when you go to college to rush and they have to let you because you're a legacy?" Cyrus asked, lips twitching.

"You want me to let you prospect because your pops was a member," Reign nodded, understanding. "Why?"

"Pops always wanted us to join. He would go on and fucking on about brotherhood and loyalty," Reeve piped in for the first time.

"We've seen all the shit going down the past few months. Then to hear you lost almost all your men. Pops would be rolling in his fucking grave to know we sat on our hands and didn't do right by his memory."