“That’s why we’re here,” Minus said. “I can’t go into specific details, but I want you all to know that a plan is in place, and if all goes well, Wolf should be neutralized very soon.”
Hatch furrowed his brow. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“I can’t say exactly,” Minus replied.
“That sure clears things up, thanks for the update,” Hatch said.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could say more, but you’re just gonna have to trust me and the Saints for now.”
Hatch paused briefly before saying, “We may not always see eye to eye, but you’ve always been straight with me. What can we do?”
“If our plan goes down the way we think it will, the Gresham Spiders will be paralyzed. At the very least, temporarily. My fear is the Savannah chapter, which has been growing in numbers and strength, will retaliate against our clubs in the south.”
“Thanks for the head’s up,” I said. “I’ll make sure we double up our security right away.”
“What’s plan B if whatever you’ve got cooking doesn’t pan out?” Hatch asked Minus.
“The B would stand for body bags, and I’m trying my best to keep that from happening,” Minus said.
Olivia
Iwoke up and was a little confused as to where I was at first. I sat up and glanced at my phone, realizing I’d slept for almost three hours. I felt a hell of a lot better than I had this morning. I climbed out of bed and headed to the shower, taking time to let the grossness of the plane wash off me.
It took a little extra effort to get dressed, considering everything was tight on me, even my yoga pants, so I made a mental note to drag Doc out for clothes as soon as possible.
Making my way downstairs, I heard laughter coming from the kitchen, so I headed toward the sound.
“There’s no way in hell,” Flash said, just as I walked in, and he grinned. “Oh, hey, Liv.”
“Hey, Flash.”
“Did we wake you?” Maisie asked, closing the oven, and facing me.
“No, not at all,” I said. “It’s super quiet upstairs.”
“Oh, good,” she said. “I’m making mac and cheese. I hope that works.”
