“Then, I go where you go.”
I grinned. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She settled her chin on my chest. “But that love’s conditional.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How so?”
“It’s gonna end if you don’t fuckin’ tie me to the bed and fuck me dirty.”
I laughed. “I better get my ass in gear then.”
“Yeah, you better,” she sassed, sitting up.
I got my ass in gear, tying her to the bed and fucking her dirty.
* * *
Hatch
“As you all know by now, the Spiders have requested a sit down. I’ve asked you all here to discuss strategy with me.”
“What do we know so far?” Hawk asked.
“It’s a four-on-four sit down in a public place of our choosing. Old School. We know that Warlock has been promoted to President, which is bad news for everyone.”
“Why would the Spiders vote a fuckin’ psychopath like that into office?” Mack asked.
“Maybe there wasn’t a vote,” I replied. “After Char was killed and Wolf went away, the Spiders were weak and vulnerable. Trunk was Wolf’s VP and should have been his successor, but apparently Warlock had other plans.”
“Who gives a shit who’s in charge? The Spiders are all worthless slime,” Mack said.
“True, but if I had my druthers, I’d prefer to deal with Trunk over Warlock any day. Trunk’s got a family and a shred of respect for the old code. The terms of the meeting were probably his idea. Warlock is a cold-blooded killer. Money and power are the only two things that matter to him. Trust me, I know. We have history from way back.”
“How do we know it’s really a meeting they want and not an ambush?” Flea asked. “I mean, why isn’t each club holding a hostage as insurance?”
“A four-on-four means the President and his highest-ranking officers from both sides sit down across from each other.Any kind of aggressive move from either side of the table would end in a blood bath for everyone.”
Flea shook his head. “I don’t like the idea of not having coverage.”
“No weapons. No tricks. We play this one straight.”
Booker leaned closer to me. “I dunno, Prez. Maybe Flea’s right. If we get to choose the venue, why not have some insurance perched up on a roof top? You heard about what he did to Daryl’s family. Do you really believe this guy is playing by the rules?”
“We don’t have much of a choice. If I don’t go to the meeting, he’ll retaliate against one of our families. Hell, maybe all of them. For now, Warlock didn’t come to us the same way he came at Daryl. That, along with letting us choose the venue, shows enough good faith that all he wants to do is talk.”
“You meanthreaten,” Mack said.
I nodded. “Most likely. And he’s welcome to do it, too. What the fuck do I care?”
Mack scowled. “What do you mean?”
“Look. If Warlock feels he needs to rattle his saber in order to keep us out of his way, fine. I don’t want our club anywhere near the Spiders any more than he does.”
“But what about fucking with our parts suppliers and the other shit?” Ace bit out.
