“I know what your concerns are with expanding too quickly, and I share them,” he said, “but we have to hedge our bets. We can’t just assume our men alone will be enough to defeat this asshole, but we also can’t trust anyone we bring on until given good reason to. I brought you here because you and Sonny are the only two confidants I trust unconditionally. I want you to see this so that if anything does fucking happen, if shit does hit the fan and we need to make a quick hit, you know how to do it.”
I grimly nodded. I prayed it didn’t come to that. But it was a new fucking time for us and for MCs in the Southwest as a whole. King had put us on alert, and it made for some new dynamics.
“Let’s get out of here,” Satan said, “but Spawn, if I tell you something, trust me on it. I’m doing the same back to you.”
I nodded in understanding.
Of course, everything had layers to it in the MC. Satan might have sensed my recent questioning of his decisions and decided to see how I’d react if he professed faith in me. He might have been testing my reaction to King’s open presence. Or maybe he really did just want to show me here.
I trusted Satan very much as well, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t games played at the highest level.
We turned to leave. I took one last look back at the window and nearly smashed a bottle in anger when I saw King fuckingwavingat us. He was taunting us; he knew we were there the whole time. And he never moved and did not give two shits.
I drew in deep breaths as I got on the elevator. This was going to be a fucking war unlike anything I’d ever fought—not just on the ground, but in the head.
