“Where’d you meet?”
“Branchville.”
Everything was pointing South. The Kingsmen were situated east of us, closer to New York. Despite being a small club, they tried to cover a lot of territory, skirting around where we controlled. They’d always been chaotic in the way they worked, never setting down any real roots or showing any loyalty to who they dealt with. Oftentimes, they dealt with rival factions, they didn’t care who they sold to or who they worked for, they were just out for money, at least, that was how it had seemed the last few years.
Devil’s Chaos stuck to and had control over our immediate area, because we had a lot of chapters around here, both in New Jersey and the surrounding states. We were also smart about who we had dealings with and that meant the heavy hitters were happy to work with us when the time came.
Lately we’d been making some connections with the Irish in New York. They avoided the Kingsmen like the plague, another reason why we were a far superior club and why, they wanted to take us down. But it wouldn’t work.
“I never met the officers, he said they were on board with it, with me making a switch.”
“Fucking idiot,” War muttered. I didn’t chastise him this time. I agreed.
“And through all this, you didn’t actually question why Lily wanted you to make the move? You’re that fucking pussy whipped and stupid that it never entered your head she was playing you?” I shouted. He flinched away. Up until now, and that one punch, I’d been the easy going one in the room. Big mistake him believing that. As he looked up, the realisation filled his squinted eyes. My reputation finally seemed to dawn on him.
He didn’t answer. I tried to get him to talk more but he was weakening the more we talked, descending into a blubbering mess, pleading for his life, swearing up and down he never meant to betray us. He was on the verge of passing out at one point and was beginning to piss me off.
Moving the chair I stood before him. I didn’t look at War as I asked. “What about Stitch?”
“That wasn’t me,” he cried out. “I would never do that. I wouldn’t. Despite everything, I couldn’t hurt a brother like that.”
“You really expect us to believe that?” War came around beside me, but luckily, he kept his fists to himself. For now. “You fucking tore him apart!” he bellowed, making Omen cringe away. His trembling turned in to full on shakes.
“I swear, it wasn’t me. She did it.”
“Liar. You’re telling me Lily did that?Lilystabbed Connor?” War roared.
He nodded his head emphatically. His eyes were pleading. What he didn’t realise was, that just made this whole thing worse. Love my ass, he was throwing her under the bus right now. Plus, if what he was saying was true, he’d stood back and let his bitch stab Connor and then fucking walked out and did nothing. He’d left him there to die. He might as well have been the one wielding the knife.
“You done?” War asked me.
“I can help,” Omen said, noting the change in the atmosphere around him.
No idea why he thought his talking would change the outcome, but he believed he could. He was wriggling against his bonds, the air had taken on a different feel. We weren’t going to get anything else from him. I stepped back and looked at War. I raised a brow, silently asking what he wanted to do with him.
He surprised me when he looked at Handlebar. “Get someone to bring a car around,” he kept his eyes on Omen. “We’re taking him back.”
Omen started freaking out then. He thought, like I had, that it ended here, but War had said all along he was going to make Omen suffer. Plus, it was easier to hold him at the clubhouse, in the Shed.
My phone rang as War laid into him, just a little bit, hitting him around the head and face until he finally did knock him out.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Hudson, I don’t know what the fuck you were thinking.”
“No one was coming for him.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Think about it,” I walked out of the kitchen as Handlebar and War lifted Omen.
Casper opened the door for them, and they all left the house. I focused back onBallistic.
“They know we’re gonna kill him for betraying us. We’re effectively taking out their trash. He doesn’t know anything about what they were planning, so they didn’t need to worry. Waiting around for something to happen was pointless and wasting time. I’m not prepared to do that when her life is in danger.”
He was silent for a moment. “You went against your Prez.”
“I was with the VP.”
