(Dane)
Priest.
The name took me straight back to the night Ridge threw him out. He'd been one of us until he hit his old lady. Ridge ended it without hesitation.
Priest lost his patch, his place in the club, and every brother he ever had. None of us believed we'd cross paths with him again. He packed his things and left without causing trouble. We should've known his silence wouldn't last forever.
I looked at Cal.
"You sure that's what they called him?"
He nodded once. "Every man at the warehouse knew the name."
"Did you ever see him wearing that cut?"
Cal looked toward the floor. "I saw the back of it once."
"What did it look like?"
"Old."
That matched what I'd seen inside the warehouse. The cut hadn't been made to fool us. It had belonged to someone who once wore our colors.
