Page 22 of His Loyal Rebel

"No."

"Shit. Hang on." Banks yelled, "Someone shut that damn music off. I can't fucking hear."

He waited for his MC brother to tell him what was going on. It only took ten minutes or so to go from the clubhouse to Tenth Street. Rick should've been here and left already.

"You need to sit tight. Don't step outside the house until Rick or Priest contacts you. I'm going to ride out and see if I can find someone." Banks cussed. "Something's up."

"Did someone find out what was happening last night?"

"Brother, I'm not saying anything over the phone. Just hang tight."

"Right." He ran his hand through his hair. "Talk later."

He hung up. What the hell was going on?

Last night, he would've guessed the cop chasing him wanted to pull him over for some strummed up misdemeanor to make his quota. But with Tarkio riders out riding around Missoula and no one making contact with him, bothered him.

He wanted to ride out and see what was going on. The responsibility of keeping the members safe and free fell to him. If they were in trouble, he needed to go where they were. Not hide away in the house waiting for them.

"Is everything okay?" Twyla frowned. "That call didn't sound too good."

"I need to stay here for a little longer," he murmured, trying to figure out where the crew would go and what risks laid in their path.

"Well, you do what you have to do." She walked past him. "I'm going to clean up and go to the store. You'll be gone by the time I get back. I hope."

He hooked her wrist before she could escape. "I can't let you do that, sis."

"Why?"

"Until I know it's safe out there, you're staying here with me."

"You're the one the cops want, not me," she said.

"You're staying here."

"I'm only going to the store."

"It'll have to wait."

She studied him. He let go of her arm, and she used the opportunity to leave the room.

What had happened between them would have to wait. He walked over to the front window and peeked outside. There were more cars parked along the street, not quite time for people to leave for work, or they were staying home on their day off, seeing as it was Sunday. An older man walked a dog on a lease, going in the opposite direction.

What was out there?

Where was his club?