“Wait, bro. We're killing all of them? What about our mothers?” Trikk asks.
“Fuck yes,” Frost answers in my place. “All of them. And if our mothers are complicit in their bullshit, they go too. If not, we take them with us.”
“Wait, hang on,” Harris says in alarm. “The only way this could possibly work is with a coordinated attack. They would all have to be hit at the same time, that way no one can warn the others. And we need Jax and the ZYGOS team for that.”
Iskra nods her head thoughtfully. “I want the fuck in. My father-in-law owes me some fucking blood.”
Synn grunts next to her, but says, “Pazessca, as much as I want you with me for that, it’s way too dangerous and unpredictable. Please promise me, you’ll watch from here instead?”
Iskra stamps her foot, eyes on fire. “Fuck. Fine! But get an extra hit in for me.”
“Gladly,” Synn promises.
“Alright, let’s go track down Jax then.” I fold my arms, feeling antsy now that we’ve made this decision. “This needs to happen yesterday—the sooner, the better.”
Murmurs of agreement come from the others.
Bryan steps forward before we go, adding, “I want to help. I can be of aid in any way you see fit.”
“What? No, Bry. You're not a trained fighter!” a horrified Valley exclaims.
He pats her arm but stands firm. “Yes, Val. I need to pull my weight.”
“You can help, but in a non-front-line way. I won’t have you compromise the entire operation not being able to defend yourself,” Harris tells Bryan.
Valley lets out a breath of relief, and Bryan kisses her on the cheek.
Not waiting any longer, my feet move, taking me to Jax.
We find Jax in his office.
Crowding inside, Harris relays the situation to him.
Jax gets out of his chair to pace, his hands folded behind his back. “Okay, I understand the severity of the situation. This will take every resource we have, and a whole lot of manpower, to pull off. Which will take time. You boys need to stay patient, and most importantly, stay put. No one leaves the compound from this point forward. Does everyone understand?”
We all grumble but readily agree. I step up, my hands shaking.
“I will be the one to finish my father. I'm sure the other guys feel the same.”
Synn, Razor, Ghost, and Frost say, “Yep.”
Trikk whispers, “I don’t know if I can. I'm not violent.”
“We got your back,” Sam says to Trikk.
“Now, everyone go on about your day. I need to begin planning.” Jax dismisses us.
We leave, talking amongst ourselves.
I'm hitting the gym, then the shooting range. I need to be as sharp as possible.
Phoenyxx
So, this is happening.
I've barely had time to come to terms with being married to Synn, and now this. I'm resolute in my support, and I want to help Synn bury his pedophile sperm donor, even if it’s just watching from here.
I chew my lower lip as I think. Even if I’m not going, danger is still going to exist. Especially now that it’s out I’m the Rossi heir. There are many more families out there than the seven I know of.
