I nod my head in agreement and so does Doc.
“All the old guys, they seem in on it,” I state.
“Are we showing no mercy?” Cash asks, but the question is very much geared towards Tate.
“There’s no fuckin’ mercy for traitors,” Tate replies, and there’s a rumbling of solidarity between all of us.
“How many of us has he called?” I ask, knowing I’ve had five missed calls from the Prez.
Maverick and Doc are the only ones he’s called, and collectively we decide that they’ll be our distraction.
“We need a reason for them to trust you being on the compound. Lower his guard down, the last thing we need is him calling the Wraiths for backup again,” Tate says.
“Why hasn’t he already done that?” Mickey asks.
“And show the Wraiths he can’t control the club he built? There were no witnesses at their stash house. Kurt might suspect, but he doesn’t have proof. If the Wraiths catch a whiff of this weakness, they’ll eat him alive. Seven dead and all his Omegas gone? He wouldn’t survive it; there would be a mutiny,” Tate replies, and we nod.
“Who are we pinnin’ it on?” I reply.
“The Outlaws?” Cash shrugs.
“Works for me. You ready?” Tate asks, lookin’ at Maverick and Doc.
“Fuck, just do it. Don’t break my fuckin’ nose,” Maverick grumbles.
Tate decks him in the face, and I follow suit. It feels fuckin’ wrong beating the shit out of a brother like this, but it needs to be believable. Cash and Mickey wail on Doc, leaving enough physical evidence to appease our plan.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Doc complains when Mickey hits him in the jaw. He pushes the large Alpha away. “That’s fuckin’ enough, mate,” he spits.
His eyebrow and lip are bleeding, and Tate nods with agreement.
There’s a round of sorrys from all of us, but Doc and Maverick take it in stride.
“Alright, you bag of dicks, what’s the fuckin’ story?” Doc asks.
Tate smiles, and it grows even more sinister as we go over the plan.
We’re sitting on our fuckin’hands for what feels like forever. Cash’s cameras give us a good view as Maverick and Doc pull up to the gates, their code still working, which is a relief.
Kurt has his gun drawn as they pull up to the clubhouse, but as soon as he realizes who it is, he lowers his weapon.
There’s no sound, but we know the story they’re telling; that Shelby and Lily were taken, and they went after them. But as soon as they did, the Outlaws intercepted them as payback for us blowing up their warehouse.
Prez’s fury is palpable through the camera feed as he scratches his beard and looks at the state of Maverick and Doc. Supposedly, Cash and I are fuckin’ dead in this so-called story, which is just rude. Tate is left completely out of it since he’s supposed to be shunned. Mickey, Atlas, and Ink are being held as leverage as are all the Omegas.
The carnage left at the stash house is being completely pinned on the Outlaws, and it’s just a waiting game to see if he’ll buy it.
Maverick and Doc weren’t close to Tate at all, and we’re all bettin’ on the Prez takin’ that into account when we chose them to go back to the compound.
There’s a scurry of men going into the clubhouse and others getting their bikes ready.
“I think this is gonna work,” Tate comments, an exhale of relief escaping him.
“As long as the other guys are on our side,” I chime in, and Tate grunts in agreement.
If we’re going to direct the club where we want them, we’re going to need help, especially getting the Prez alone.
“As long as we’re right with who’s on our side, this should work,” Cash agrees.
