I’d remained tight lipped and watched everything from the moment War and Hustle took me out of that motel room. I’d been certain they were going to kill me once they got me to King and he finished getting whatever information they needed from me. So I initially hadn’t told them anything worthwhile.
Their tactics would have surprised anyone else, but not me. They were smart, keeping me comfortable, safe and allowing me a certain level of freedom. Ballistic’s reputation preceded him, anyone caught by the Devil’s expected to be tortured, beaten and killed if they found themselves here. That wasn’t the way they went though. If they thought it was lulling me into any false sense of security or trust, they were dead wrong. It was too ingrained in me to dislike them.
I didn’t let on to anyone, including Waverley, how I felt about it because fuck them if they thought I’d show any kind of hint at what wasgoing on inside my head. Truth was, and as much as it pained me to say it, the Devil’s Chaos were my best chance of survival at this point.
When I made the call yesterday, as expected, Nytro lost his shit. He called me all the names under the sun, threatened me with a multitude of ways he was going to hurt me. I’d followed the script though, let him know I’d messed up, but I still had Waverley and knew Danica wanted her back. Danica was the albatross on Nytro’s back, she would have lost her shit with him when she found out I’d taken Waverley.
Waverley hadn’t been up here for a couple of days now, I didn’t know where she was, if she was being kept away or she’d chosen not to come back. Her protests against harming me hadn’t quietened. When we talked the other day, and I first came up with the idea of using myself as bait to get this over with, she’d been nervous, and tried to talk me out of it.
The woman was more like her father than she realized, she was no fool, I’d thought that from the moment I met her. She knew the chances of me being killed were high and she didn’t like it. How that made me feel, I couldn’t really quantify.
It was clear what her relationship to Hustle was. That much was obvious when he came to pick her up from the motel. Not to mention the way he reacted every time Waverley spoke to me. Petty as it was, I’d played up to that a little to piss him off. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt, but I wasn’t stupid. Whether she was someone’s old lady or not, she was a Devil, and the daughter of the President.
I was dragged out of my musings by Hustle. He wore a deep scowl on his face as he approached me. I wasn’t to go out into the open, not initially because they weren’t sure the Kingsmen would come, or if they’d just shoot me on sight. I couldn’t be sure either, but Nytro would want to do some of the things he’d been threatening me with before he killed me. They had no reason whatsoever to suspect I was with the Devil’s after I ran.
We were relying on the fact I’d sent them photographs of Waverley, which they’d staged to make it look like I still had her. The Devil’s were worried they wouldn’t all show up, but I knew they all wanted their piece of me.
“You ready for this?” Hustle asked me, glancing around the area where we were waiting. It wasn’t far from the meeting point. There were menaround us making sure no one got too close until they were ready for me to head to the meet point. I’d be going in on foot, alone, with no weapon, relying solely on this rival MC to keep me alive. What the fuck was I thinking again?
They’d had men set up here for hours, watching all entrances and roads leading up to the woods, they would know exactly who was here, when and where they came from. Nytro and the others really didn’t stand a chance.
“Have they shown?” I asked.
For a moment, he wasn’t going to answer, but he heaved out a deep sigh. “There are two of them near the actual meeting place. They arrived about two hours ago, been hiding amongst some fallen trees,” his lip lifted a little, finding that amusing.
“Who?” I asked. I’d given them info on the men they could expect here today.
“Brick and Fisheye.”
I nodded, turning my head to check the landscape around me. We were at a place equidistant to ours and the Devil’s compound. It was far enough away from either of them for Nytro not to be suspicious about the choice of meeting place. It was a heavily wooded, secluded area, it’s only inhabitants were wild animals.
There was a group of old wooden buildings hidden between the trees, with only a small clearing in front of it but it was easy to tell by one glance they’d not been used for years, they were barely even standing, but it could give the impression of being where I was holding Waverley. We were standing about a half mile away from it because if they found it, we wanted them to think I was close.
Brick wasn’t an officer, but he was the guy Nytro had been trying to move in as VP. Fisheye was the Road Captain, he would have been the one to scope the place out ahead of the meeting, so it made sense he was here first.
“There is another one sniffing around the buildings. We’ve left some signs of life there, like it’s where you’ve been hiding out. He went inside, saw what we wanted him to see then he came back out to call it in. We haven’t been able to identify him,” he took out a cell phone and showed me a dark picture of a man lurking behind a tree, holding up a gun.
“Juice,” I said with a frown. He’d only been with us about six months, but he was a fucking psycho, and Mad Hog’s cousin, he’d be pissed off over his death. “He’s trigger happy, you need to be careful.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” Hustle said, locking and pocketing the phone.
I rolled my eyes at him. “They will have sent him in because they think she might be there and that is the kind of work he likes.”
That got a rise out of him. “You must be so proud hanging out in a club full of rapists.”
I gritted my teeth, I couldn’t exactly argue with him, no matter how much of a bad taste it left in my mouth.
“We know exactly where all of them are, and we’ll have eyes on the rest of them when they show up too.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked.
“Nothing I say or do is to make you feel better, asshole,” he muttered. “Truth is, I’d feel a hell of a lot better about things if you made a run for it, and we sniped every last one of the fuckers,” he gave me a knowing look.
I’d thought about it, I wouldn’t lie. Once it was confirmed the targets were all here, they’d be surrounded. They only needed me to actually draw them out into the open. I’d seen first-hand the scope of the Devil’s Chaos compound, the number of bikes and people wandering round the place.
They outnumbered the Kingsmen drastically. I also knew there had been a couple of other Chapters here from out of state for the funeral of the guy who died in the bomb blast. That had been another clusterfuck and none of us were surprised when Stiverson turned up dead in his own kitchen.
It was my job as VP to know this shit, even if I had been occupied elsewhere. Their numbers were bigger than normal. If they were as serious about this as I thought, there would be men everywhere in these woods.
