Lumos is about to say something when Gilpin strides into the room.
“Sorry,” he grumbles.“I had to move my truck.”
“Next time park that obnoxious thing either out back or in the street.It’s blocking the entrance if you put it out front, and I’ve told you multiple times already,” Lumos snaps.
Gilpin flips Lumos off.“I wanted to get rid of the trunk of junk in my room, asshole.No way I’ll carry it all the way out into the street because my car is parked there.I drove it around back and handled it.Won’t be fuckin’ happening again.”
Lumos lifts his chin and I clear my throat to get their attention.
“Can we get to more important things?”I shoot Gilpin an annoyed look and dismiss him to focus on the others.“VP and I were attacked on our way back to the clubhouse.A Norlick Ways member targeted my old lady who was on the back of my bike.”
Every single member is wearing a stunned expression, except for Swade and Heart.
I smirk and dryly add, “Did I forget to mention I claimed Norie Castor?Well, now you know.She’s mine and anyone who so much as harms one hair on her pretty little head will feel my wrath.”
“How did Norlick Ways know she was your old lady?How could they have targeted her specifically while we didn’t even know?”Gilpin’s voice has a challenging tone to it.
I glare at the fucker and he has the nerve to shrug, and comments, “Just sayin’, wouldn’t they aim for your head instead?”
The chair underneath me flies back when I roughly jolt to my feet and place my fists on the table in front of me and snarl, “What fucking point are you trying to make here, Gilpin?The fact they needed to shoot me in the head instead of the woman warming my back?”
“The fact Prez here put a woman on the back of his bike is a statement all on its own,” Heart grunts.“When has he ever allowed any woman to so much as touch his damn bike?”
Gilpin keeps glaring at me and says, “What happened?Besides a member of Norlick Ways firing off a few rounds in your direction.”
Fury burns in my gut and I want nothing more than to rip this fucker a new asshole by shoving my fist into his mouth and claw my way through his damn insides.
Swade slams a flat hand on the table.“Does it fucking matter?Didn’t you hear what was just said between you asking twenty questions?A direct hit on us.A-fucking-gain.I vote retaliation.Right fucking now.Strike back at full force and they’ll never see us coming.”
Most of our brothers are now smacking their flat hand on the table while chanting, “Aye.”
“I vote to pay a little visit at Skytits,” Remus loudly rumbles.
Wesson shakes his head.“The house on Hellink Lane would be better.”
“Why’s that?”Heart questions.
“I’ve been doing a little digging and I’m fairly sure they’ve turned it into their new whorehouse.”Wesson pulls his laptop from a bag at his feet and boots it up.“Norris has all the club properties linked to his name and this one grabbed my attention.Mostly because of the large order of beds delivered two weeks ago.”
Heart’s gaze locks on mine and he dips his chin.I’m liking the idea as well; hit them where they will hurt most.In this case, it’s their new whorehouse that brings in the cash.
“All in favor?”I grunt and hear an overwhelming chorus of “Aye” once more.
Swinging the gavel, I let them know, “We’ll ride within twenty minutes.Weapon up, boys.”
We all get up, but I’m quick enough to grab Gilpin by the back of his leather vest.“Not so fast, fucker.You’re sticking right by our side.”
Gilpin narrows his eyes.“I was gonna take a piss, Prez, or aren’t we allowed to do anything without your consent anymore?Or is it just my balls you’re busting?”
“Watch your fucking mouth, asshole,” I growl.“Your reaction at what happened to me and Heart raises a few questions.”
The fucker crosses his arms in front of his chest.“Aren’t we allowed to question our president’s actions when he suddenly claims an old lady?One who I might add was messing with the books of our brewery.We don’t know who the hell she is.For all we know she might be working with Norlick Ways.Pretty coincidental for her to pop up right before everything goes to shit.Ever think of that, Prez?Or does she have a magic pussy that put your cock under a spell, so you don’t fucking see any of it?”
A red haze enters my vision and before I know it, the fucker is gurgling in an effort to take his next breath.Which is pretty fucking hard to do with my fingers locked tight around his damn neck.
“Fatal, step back,” Heart grunts from beside me.
“He disrespected my old lady,” I grit.
