Free Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3) by K. T. Fisher, Ava Manello

pussy when it comes to his old lady.  He sees me looking at the boots on the desk and just laughs.  He knows exactly what I’m thinking.
     
    “What’s up Ink? Your old lady planning any more fights today? Might have to sell tickets next time.” He smirks.  “Take a seat.” He gestures to the worn sofa where I see Angel already sitting.  I hand the envelope over to Prez before easing myself down and taking a seat next to my friend.
     
    “Gypsy brought this in. Found it fastened to the front gate.  Says he’s got one of his feelings about it.” I offer.
     
    Prez looks the envelope over carefully.  There’s nothing much to see other than the glued on letters.  Taking a knife from the pen pot he slices the envelope open, revealing an A4 sheet covered in yet more cut out writing.  He glances over it, a frown on his face before passing it over to Angel to read.  I look over his shoulder.
     
    Severed MC
     
    You’re gonna pay for what you did to Satan
     
    Say goodbye to someone you love
     
    If this is serious I can’t believe that fucker Satan is still haunting the club from beyond the grave.  Not that he’s got a proper grave.  We buried him traitor style in the backwoods.
     
    Prez looks over to us. “What ya think, Angel? Should we take it seriously?”
     
    Angel scratches his head, deep in thought, before answering. “I dunno Prez.  I can’t think of anyone who’d want to revenge that piece of shit brother of mine. There’s no other family, and even his own club disowned him.  Doesn’t make sense.”
     
    Angel’s right. I can’t think of anyone who’d want to avenge Satan.  The guy brought nothing but misery.  I shake my head at Prez’s silent question when he looks at me.
     
    “I guess I’d best call Scalp, set up a meeting with the Carnal guys. See if they’ve heard anything.” Angel and I agree with him.  Whilst we’ll never be best buddies with Carnal, we’ve reached an understanding.  We stay out of each other’s way.  They’re not pushing their drugs in Severed and that’s all we want.
     
    Prez has a short conversation on his phone; I assume it’s with Scalp.  When he hangs up the phone he sighs loudly. “Scalp’s none the wiser but he’s agreed to meet up with us at two.  Get Cowboy in here, I want the four of us to go.”  Prez informs us.
     
    “You think this is serious then boss?” I ask. 
     
    “I dunno Ink, but after what the club’s been through this past few months I can’t risk ignoring it.  Let’s see what Scalp has to say before we decide how to play it.  Just keep your eyes and ears open.  I’ll double the security shifts, and just to be safe we’ll keep eyes on our women as well.” He sighs, knowing how welcome a move that will be.  Teresa will throw a hissy fit as usual.
     
    “The girls can be pissed all they like,” Angel mutters. “They go out with prospects or they’re on lockdown.  Simple choice.”  He’s right.  The girls hate lockdown even more than being escorted. 
     
    “Angel, get the prospects sorted.  Ink, you go round up Cowboy.  He’s probably sleeping off his hangover again.” There’s no anger in Prez’s words, just concern for his friend.  Cowboy hasn’t been the same since everything with Satan.  He can’t forgive himself for not saving Disney’s sister.  He’s been taking it out on the bottle instead.  I wish I knew what to do to help my old friend escape his demons.
     
    ***
     
    The meeting is taking place at a bar on Carnal’s turf.  Scalp is already here with three of his guys when we arrive.
     
    We all manage to fit into a booth in the back corner of the bar.  It’s too early for serious drinking, although Cowboy looks tempted.  There are only a handful of other patrons, finishing off a late lunch. The smell of stale fried food fills the air.  The floor is sticky with spilled beer.  It’s not a classy joint that’s for sure.
     
    “Prez.”
     
    “Scalp”
     
    The two