Jake Lyons sighed as he closed his cel. He looked around the motel room. Dennis was sitting at the table doing something with his laptop. He stopped trying to figure out what Dennis did with that thing years ago. Eric and Brendan, he understood. They were warriors, soldiers. Dennis was a whole other animal. Boy was a fucking genius and yet he chose the MC life. Guess Dennis took all of those lectures about family loyalty to heart. It was the only explanation he could come up with that made any sort of sense.

"Was that Clay?" He turned to the voice of his oldest, Eric, better known as Red, who was stretched out on the other bed, all six-foot four inches of him. He smiled, Red was the son most like him, meticulous, fairly even-tempered, and able.

"Yeah. They're on their way. Should be here in about half an hour." He lit a cigarette. "Clay, Jax, and one other guy."

Brendan, or Butch as he had been called since infancy, his youngest son, came out of the bathroom, towel around his hips. "Jax is Clay's step-son right?" Butch was his soldier, the one that if he wasn't actually in the military, would be his SAA. Butch was fire and ice, all wrapped in a deceptively pretty package. He had the face of an angel and the soul of an assassin.

He nodded. "Yeah. And his VP. He's John Teller's boy."

Butch nodded with a wry smile. "Damn, they're as bad as the Satan's." Then bent over to get into his go bag to get clothes.

Dennis rolled his eyes. "Why can't you be like the rest of us and take your damn clothes into the fucking bathroom with you?"

Butch wiggled his ass at his brother. "Why Manny? This gettin' you all hot and bothered? Thought the blowjob from the waitress last night would hold ya over for at least a day." He could hear the fucking smirk on his youngest son's face.

Dennis rolled his eyes as Red was laughing on the other bed. "Please. Why would I want to go where half the fleet has already gone?" Red was almost curled in on himself laughing so hard.

Butch just grinned. "Aww Manny, who knew you'd be the jealous type?" Then grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Dennis looked up at the ceiling. "How is this my life?"

He shook his head, trying to hide his smile as Red answered. "It's what ya get for bein' a manwhore Den. Butch is just tryin' to get a rise out of ya. He wants to beat the shit out of someone, and you're the easiest to rile up. Always have been."

Before Dennis could start an argument, he got up off the bed. "Let's get this shit together and get the bikes loaded up." He looked at Dennis. "Eric isn't wrong, and we're all wound a little tight right now." He looked over to Red and then raised his voice so Butch could hear him. "And this ain't just some fuckin' run you three. This is about your sister and your niece so get your heads out of your asses and get the fuck along or I will intervene."

"Yeah, Pop." All three answered in unison. Good. The last thing he needed was these three squabbling like they were kids again. He was not happy about any part of this. His grand-daughter's father had been murdered in front of her, brutally. Then both her and his daughter, yeah, his daughter, he didn't give a fuck about Trager, far as he was concerned the man was a fucking sperm donor, kidnapped by that little fuck of Rip's and then ended up exactly where he never wanted them to be. Charming. Son of a bitch.

The four of them got shit packed up and bikes loaded, and Dennis got them checked out of the motel. They were hanging around their bikes when they spotted three riders approaching.

He lit another smoke as the three of them came to a stop. He waited for them to get parked and walk over to them.

He nodded to Clay. "Clay." Stretching his hand out.

Clay took it with a smile. "Jake. I'd ask how you were doin', but I'm pretty sure I've got a good idea."

He nodded. "Yeah." He looked back over at his boys. All looked anxious to get on the road, especially Butch. He sighed internally. He knew that there had been no way he could have ever talked his youngest into not coming, but...no, he wasn't gonna let his brain go there. Again. "Guess we should get the introductions out of the way, so we can get going."

Clay nodded. "Sounds good."