Not yet.
Lily’s safety is the priority. I chant that over and over in my head.Keep your shit together for Lily.
We pull up at the gas station and wait for Tate to get here, but I can’t help feeling like every second we waste is another second that Lily is in severe danger. I don’t smoke, but when Mickey hands me a cigarette, I take it. The cool nicotine helps the shaking of my hands as we wait.
I picture the pain I’m going to cause any motherfucker who even lays a finger on her. I’ll make it as painful as fucking possible, ripping them limb by limb, and forcing them to watch as I take down every single one of their club members.
There is no innocent Wraith in my mind.
They all deserve to fucking die, and I’ll gladly do it with my bare-fucking-hands.
I toss the cigarette away and consider taking over everything, saying fuck it when it comes to waiting for Tate to pull up when suddenly the black van squeals into the parking lot.
He’s barely parked before the driver’s side door flings open, and he’s rounding the vehicle to show us the arsenal he brought.
“We’re ready when the time comes,” he states, addressing the gathered members of the club.
“What do you mean when the fucking time comes? We need to go now,” I argue.
“We can’t go in right now.”
I grab Tate by the cut and get in his face. “Fuck you, we’re going in now.”
He shoves at me, but I don’t move. “You’re gonna wanna get your fuckin’ hands off of me, brother,” he warns calmly.
“You don’t fucking get it. I need her back now,” I bark.
The dark trauma of my past creeping up, of being too late to save someone I loved. I can’t fail again.I fucking can’t.
“I want her back just as bad as you fuckin’ do. But we can’t do that at this very moment. There aren’t enough of us. The Wraiths have three major commercial properties, and right now I don’t know which one she’s at. Until we know which building and what we’re up against, we need to wait.”
“This is all your fucking fault,” I seethe at him. “If we didn’t intercept that fucking cargo, she’d still be here. In fact, she’d be so safe and fucking far away from your bullshit, we would have been better off.” I’m nearly screaming and all the other guys look so confused with what’s happening right now. I don’t give a shit about airing our dirty laundry.
“If it’s anyone’s fuckin’ fault, it’s mine. She was with me when they took her,” Axel admits, placing himself in the middle of Tate and me. “I want Lily back more than I need to fuckin’ breathe.You two assholes fightin’ isn’t goin’ to get her back. So what’s the fuckin’ plan?”
Tate glares at me, but readjusts his cut as he circles us up to go over the plan. It’s flimsy at best and requires the trust of a third party that Tate won’t identify.
Every fiber of my being is telling me to storm their closest clubhouse and kill everyone on site. I get a grip on myself and decide to follow the program. One slip-up could have them moving Lily to another location, and then we’ll never be able to find her again.
Phaseone of the plan is stationing at least two of us near each property so that we have eyes and ears on each building before we act. I’m with Mickey at their main clubhouse. Bikes are lined up in front of the large building, and it’s decorated heavily with Wraith tags on the outside.
Mickey and I stand a good distance away, tucked behind some foliage as we watch and wait.
“We’ll get her back,” Mickey reassures softly.
“You get ahold of her brother?” I ask him.
“Not yet. He’s been on a run in Athens for a few days. Plus, he’s been avoiding my calls for some time now…” he trails off. I don’t give a shit about his relationship drama, so I leave it alone.
The rest of the club has been radio silent. We don’t know who to trust, and Tate stands firm on not telling the Prez or anyone who’s been patched in for more than five years. I’m not sure if his paranoia is warranted or not, but we can’t afford anyone fucking this up.
Two Wraiths are laughing as they bump into each other.Drunk before five, classy.
“Take your cut off,” I mumble to Mickey, who follows my instruction.
We toss them on our bikes as we casually make our way over to the two guys. They’re apprehensive of us, but not completely put off. Having a club as big as theirs comes with the issue of not knowing every club member personally.
“Any good pussy tonight?” I ask with a head nod towards the clubhouse.
