Free Forged: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel by Natasha Thomas

is usually isn’t vote worthy. Most of the time it’s at the discretion of the club President, and him alone to decide whether a member gets his original chapter’s bottom rocker back. The fact he wasn’t making the decision himself sent up a massive red flag for me. I’m not sure about my brothers, but I knew with certainty there was something bigger going on here.
     
    Priest isn’t an indecisive man, he’s the complete opposite actually. When he had an opinion, he gave it. If he wanted the final say, he’d knock you out to have it. If he wanted to rule with an iron fist, he could have. He made solid decisions, ones that were well thought out and beneficial to the club. No one would have questioned his patching Demon back in because he’d earned our unwavering trust, so his wariness to reinstate him was cause for concern in my book. My curiosity about Priest’s most recent change in behavior didn’t last long however. In the half hour that followed church being dismissed I learned more about my wife and her secrets than I could ever have imagined.
     
    Making a move to stand, I stopped in my tracks when Priest’s voice boomed across the room.
    “I’m going to need you to hang back a minute, Saint. You too, Dagger.”
     
    Glock turned from his position a few feet from the door asking,
    “You want me to stay?”
     
    Glock has been my best friend, my only real friend since I began prospecting for the club at eighteen. We may have had our issues, most of them because of my rabid jealousy of his and Tilly’s friendship, but we’d worked that shit out years ago and haven’t had problems since. Even throughout the whole Stacey shit fight Glock stood by my side supporting me. He didn’t agree with what I’d done, far from it, and he fucking hated that I followed through with Tilly’s decree that I live a double life, but regardless of him thinking I was making a huge mistake, he still stood by me.
     
    More than a handful of times he told me not to believe her, that it was a test and I was failing it by not putting my foot down telling her fuck no. I didn’t take his advice, I listened sure, but I didn’t think it was worth the risk of pissing Tilly off even more if I defied her. In hindsight he was right though. I shouldn’t have listened to her but that’s in the past, and there’s nothing I can do to change it now.
     
    “You’re not staying, Glock. This is between me, Pipe, Dagger and Saint. If he wants to fill you in later that’s his business, but do him the favor of giving him that choice, yeah?” Priest was firm in his command but not angry. If anything looked wary not pissed off, which was not an encouraging sign.
     
    I wracked my brain to think of what could possibly involve both me and Dagger not coming up with a single fucking thing. It isn’t that I dislike the man, because I don’t, we just didn’t have a lot to do with each other. Since taking over the First Rider patch I’d been busy, so if you weren’t my wife, my daughters, my son, or Glock and Lexi, I didn’t have much time to socialize with you.
     
    No to mention, Dagger is somewhat of an enigma. After nearly ten years as a patched member, and the almost two years he spent prospecting, we still know very little about his past. He plays his cards so tightly to his chest you’d think they contained national secrets or some shit. I doubt it, but you catch my drift. But he’s quiet, respectful, and loyal, so regardless of the blank spots in his story he’s a brother I trust, and one I’d happily have at my back.
     
    That said, don’t discount him as a threat on account for his usually laid-back nature, because Dagger’s every bit as dangerous as Reaper. Maybe more so. There’d been once, in the cage, where he’d been matched up with Steel in a friendly fight when I thought he’d actually killed the man. He was like the hulk on steroids that day, and it took four men all of their strength to drag him off Steel. The man