“I can’t,” he said. “I need to be able to ride. It’s war.”
“What do you mean it’s war?” I dropped my purse on one of his ratty chairs.
He filled me in on what happened to one of their recruits, and even though I had a feeling he was holding something back, the fact a man had been murdered because of a rival club freaked me the hell out.
I sat in the chair I’d set my purse on and dropped my face in my hands. “So, this Warlock person has decided he wants Hatch to give him the cannabis operation and he’s going to kill people if he doesn’t?”
“Pretty much,” Gio said. “Hatch won’t let that stand.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means war, Fizzy.”
“You said that before. What does war mean, Gio?”
“It means he killed one of ours, so Warlock’s goin’ down.”
“Eye-for-an-eye type shit?”
“Yeah, baby, eye-for-an-eye type shit, although, I have a feelin’ Hatch ain’t gonna give Warlock the quick type of death Grip got.”
I gasped. “Hatch plans onmurderinghim?”
Gio went very still and met my eyes. “Did I say that?”
“I’m about on the razor’s edge with you right now,” I hissed.
“If someone killed Lennon, would you stand by and do nothing?”
“I wouldn’t seek revenge,” I said. “I’d let the authorities handle it.”
“Yeah, well, the authorities don’t always have the autonomy to do what needs to be done.”
“Then, let karma take care of it.”
He snorted. “Karma?”
“Well, yes. Delbert got his eventually. You live by the sword, die by the sword.”
Gio cocked his head and then he shook it.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re not ready.”
“I’m not ready for what?”
“We’ll talk about it later.” He went back to sawing off his cast.
I sighed. “No, I don’t think we will.”
“What does that mean?”
“I didn’t sign up for this.”
He studied me again. “Are you fuckin’ bailing?”
“Do you expect me to just look the other way?”
