CHAPTER 5

Myles' POV

The darkness concealed my movements as I walked calmly and headed towards the door. The city was alive with blinding lights in the dead of the night, and cars of late travellers, and all but this particular region remained quiet.

I knocked on the door in a rapid, rhythmic pattern. That was the password I knew would open the door now, so I stood back. The door finally unlocked from within with a loud click and slowly ground open.

“Good evening, Boss.” The doorman nodded and stepped aside as I walked in.

The neon lights within immediately illuminated my face. They revealed my outfit too, which consisted of a black leather jacket I wore over a black shirt with a flaming skull brightly illustrated on it.

I wore fitted jeans over leather boots with a pair of brown leather gloves tucked into my waist, but what clearly stood out in my outfit was the leather belt around my waist. Not your regular belt, but one that carried my 12-shooter cattleman revolver and extra bullets.

“President on sight!” I heard someone call out loudly, and the room went quiet.

The men who were drinking and talking loudly suddenly went quiet as all eyes turned towards the entrance where I stood regarding them quietly, the brotherhood, my second family.

“As you were, gentlemen,” I said and headed towards the stairs leading to the second floor and the vip room.

The men immediately continued their chatter and drinking. I shot one last look over the group before climbing the stairs up to the second floor, where I didn't hesitate to push the first door open.

“Hey, look who it is.” Trevor immediately exclaimed the moment I walked in.

Trevor was the vice president and my second-in-command. He was about the only person who could joke with me freely in the whole gang, but this was because he had a history together since childhood.

“Good of you to finally join us.” Trevor smiled and stretched out his hand.

“It's good to be finally free,” I muttered as I gripped his hand firmly in a handshake.

The rest of the men around the table greeted, and I replied with nods, but no more handshakes were made as I finally dropped into my chair at the head of the table.

They were all there. That was good. Sitting around the table were the leaders of the Hellfangs MC.

To my right, there was Trevor as the vice president, and then there was Dean as the sergeant at arms, Bruno as the Enforcer, and Kennedy as the road captain.

All men had serious faces, grin faces even, but as tough as old boots from years of slowly working their way to the top of the gang.

“There's something I needed to discuss,” I said after clearing my throat to get their attention.

There was no point beating around the bush or sugarcoating it, so I decided to just let them have it once and for all.

“I'll be getting married before the end of the month,” I announced.

The room froze, and for a moment it seemed as if I was sitting with statues. Great, this was quite the opposite of the reaction I thought I'd get. Even Trevor, who never shuts up, was genuinely surprised.

“Wait... you're sure about what you're saying?” He finally broke the silence. “Hope this isn't some kind of a prank.”

“No, it isn't,” I replied calmly.

I knew he didn't think that was a joke. I never joked.

“Well, congratulations, Boss,” Kennedy muttered awkwardly, and flashed a look at the others with his eyes silently begging them to back him up.

“Congratulations. Congratulations, Boss.” Uncertain mutterings immediately went up all around the table as all the men spoke at last.

I wasn't telling them so they could slap my back and call me a real man. I only wanted one thing: to solidify the lie I would be carrying for the next six months.

I was already breaking the rule of the brotherhood, but what Choice did I have? The gang had a strict rule on lies and deception, but I had to do this. It wasn't going to hurt anyone anyway.

“Wow…” Trevor whistled lowly, which was annoying, actually. “Who knew that the toughest and coldest of them would fall in love?”

I scoffed inwardly. Fall in love? No. Everything was calculated and planned, but I couldn't reveal my plans no matter what.

“I assume it's going to be a great wedding.” Dean smiled.

“Sure...” Bruno already smacked his lips, I knew, at the thought of the booze he was already thinking of... “The celebration would go on for days and probably…”

“There will be no big celebration.” I cut off his imagination calmly.

All of them immediately looked surprised.

“What? You don't mean it!” Trevor exclaimed.

“You're the president of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in the city! You're the reaper of Hellfangs MC, and you don't want a celebration at your wedding?!”

“I'm sure I made myself clear when I said so,” I replied calmly.

If only they knew how I felt. If only they knew the real situation, even they would not call for a celebration.

“That's strange.” Trevor frowned.

“But boss...” Kennedy spoke up. “There's always been…”

“I said there won't be any celebrations.” I cut him off, too.

I didn't snap or yell or anything, but they knew better than to push it. They didn't want to risk it. The room fell back into an eerie silence, but not for long, when a loud knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” I called loudly.

The door opened, revealing the door keeper escorting a man who wore our cut, the usual flaming skull with fangs vest that all our prospects wore. Upon closer inspection, I realized that he was bleeding, and the bandana wrapped around his head was also soaked in blood.

“Boss.” He quickly gasped and dropped to his knees. “They… they took the others. They killed my friend…” He stuttered uncontrollably.

I raised a hand to cut him out.

“Who's they?” I asked.