Page 7 of Xane

“Xane?Is that you?What the hell, man?”Keenan grumbles.

I tuck my weapon away, knowing my VP still has a gun aimed at Keenan.“I’m here to ask you the same thing, Keenan.What the hell were you thinking?Asking two fuckers to trash the bar, getting an innocent killed in the process.”

“Wait.You’re not thinking I had something to do with Kate’s death, do you, Xane?I wouldn’t do anything to her father’s bar, man.”Keenan places his gun on a side table.“I own a club, they have a bar, serving food along with it.We’re not in the same league, Xane.Besides, some of the customers go to their bar first but always end up in my establishment.I’d be stupid to mess with them ’cause their regulars won’t step foot in my club.So, if they’re not open?I’ll have those regulars sitting at the bar complaining how they dislike everything because they don’t fucking belong in a club.”

I share a glance with Roux.This was the same thing we discussed right before we left the clubhouse this morning.Keenan ordering the hit on the bar doesn’t make any fucking sense.

“If you didn’t do it, then who would want to set you up?”I wonder out loud.

Keegan sits down on the coffee table and rubs his neck.“No clue.A lot of shit was happening before and after your father’s death.”

“Murder,” I correct him, because my father didn’t simply die.

His gaze lands on mine when he echoes, “Murder.”

“Anything particular stand out among the shit that’s happened these past few months?”Roux asks.

Releasing a deep sigh, he glances in the direction of the stairs and says, “Let’s go into the kitchen.I need some damn coffee.”

When he passes the stairs, he raises his voice slightly and says, “Stay in bed, babe.I’ll be right up after I’ve talked to some of my friends.”

We hear a door slam shut and Keenan shakes his head as he mutters, “Women.”

Following him into the kitchen, I watch how he makes coffee and then finally says, “Last week some guy came into my club and made an offer to buy my property.”

“Your property, as in your club?”Roux asks.

Keenan nods.“It was a fair bid, but I’m not looking to sell.”

I grab my phone and ask, “Do you have a name?”

“Helmer Neron.Never heard of him before he stepped foot in my club.The fucker did mention I was going to regret refusing his offer.I laughed in his face and he merely stood up and left.”

“Seen him around since?”Roux questions.

I fire off a message to Spence Lawson, the president of the Broken Deeds MC New Jersey chapter.He’s still my president, even if I just became the president of Xane MC.Me going undercover was easy ’cause the motorcycle club carries my family’s name.It’s my birthright.

Spence’s club has a completely different family legacy.Where my father and my grandfather were the peacekeepers of this town, Broken Deeds MC actually works for the government.They’ve been working crime cases for decades, and Spence is part of the second generation with his own chapter.

Which is why I requested to go undercover, take the gavel, and find out who killed my father.The only ones who know this little fact are Spence, Roux, and Fawkes.Spence being our handler, and Roux and Fawkes are both undercover with me.

“No, haven’t seen him since,” Keenan states, pulling me back to the here and now.

“Have you heard any other rumors about this Neron fucker?”I ask.

Keenan sips his coffee.“Nope.I’ll reach out if I do.”

I lift my chin.“Appreciate it.”

We’re about to leave when Keenan asks, “What about the window?”

I glance over my shoulder.“What about it?”

He glances over the rim of his mug.“Who’s going to pay for it?”

Narrowing my eyes, I snap, “You, so you remember to get back to me the next time I want to fucking talk.I should have had that name from you two damn days ago.”

The idiot stays quiet, knowing damn well he dodged my calls and visits.