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

presidents greet each other in that biker hug thing we all do.  One arm clasped around the other’s shoulder, pulling them in and using the other to pat them on the back.  It’s a greeting that shows respect.  The rest of us nod at each other before taking our seats.  Severed on one side of the table, Carnal on the other.
     
    Prez takes the now crumpled letter out of his pocket and passes it over to Scalp.  I almost laugh when Scalp takes out a pair of reading glasses before inspecting the letter.  Here’s this big, tough ass biker wearing tiny old man reading frames.  I don’t laugh though.  Last man that did that to Scalp lost his hand over it.  Scalp doesn’t have a great sense of humor.
     
    Scalp shakes his head. “None of this makes sense.” He mutters to himself, and then looks up at us.  “I’ve spoken to the guys, we haven’t come up with any leads,” he gestures to the three men sitting with him. “Satan didn’t have anyone.  You know as well as us what a cruel fucker he was. No one ever got close to him.”  He’s right.  None of us can think of anyone who’d go to bat for him.  The only family he had left was Angel.  He almost killed Angel and Eve.  Disney only ratted us out to him because he’d threatened his sister. But Satan’s dead.  I know the fucker’s dead because four of us emptied guns into him that night before we buried him. 
     
    “We can’t think of anyone either.” Prez offers. “That said, we can’t risk taking this as an empty threat. Not after the last few months.”
     
    Scalp nods in agreement. “I’ll ask around among the chapters, see if anyone’s heard any rumors.  We’ve had nothing arrive yet, but who knows.  This crazy fucker might think we’re part of it all and come after us as well. You’ve upped security I take it?”
     
    “Yep, doubled security and all the old ladies are being escorted for now.  I don’t wanna call lockdown if we don’t need to. Causes too much misery for everyone.” Prez looks troubled.  This could all be nothing, some sick prank.  But we’ve learned the hard way not to take anything at face value any more.
     
    “I’ll keep in touch.” Scalp turns to Angel.  “How’s that house of yours coming along? Can’t believe you’ve done the whole white picket thing.” He laughs. 
     
    Angel looks surprised by the question. For so long we’ve been at loggerheads with Carnal, but that was down to Satan.  Scalp always was a reasonable guy till Satan joined Carnal.  Looks like Scalp’s trying to go back to how things were back in the old days. 
     
    “Going well. We’ve almost finished remodeling. We’re having a party for Elizabeth’s birthday soon.” He stops and looks at Prez for reassurance. 
     
    “I don’t see why you shouldn’t still go ahead VP.  We’ll have some prospects on duty just in case. Besides my old lady would kill me if I asked you to cancel it. It’s all she’s been talking about for the last two fucking weeks.” We all laugh.
     
    This bloody birthday party is going to be way over the top thanks to the old ladies.  Elizabeth has stolen everyone’s hearts as it is, but they’re using this party as an excuse to try and get us back to how things were before.  It’s never going to be the same though. We’ve lost too many good people in the crossfire.  That said, we’ve also welcomed some new people to the family.
     
    Angel looks over to Scalp, mulling something over he makes a decision. “Your little boy is just a bit older than Elizabeth isn’t he? Why don’t you and your old lady come and bring him with you.  Elizabeth will enjoy his company.”  I look between Prez and Angel.  That’s a fucking big olive branch that he just offered there.  I’m not sure how Prez will react. 
     
    “Sounds good to me VP.” Prez nods. I’m instantly relieved. “Would be good to see you there, Scalp.  It’s about time we put the past to rest and looked to the