“Only a few have reported it to the cops. They’ve been getting more violent which is how it’s made the news.”
“Fucking assholes,” I snarl as I unlock a safe and grab two handguns, handing one to Rebel. Every gun in here is untraceable.
“Are you sure this is the route you want to take with them?”
“I don’t give a fuck who his daddy is, he beat her, he scared her. She’s having fucking nightmares.”
Rebel frowns. “Shit Nero, I didn’t even know there was a woman on the radar. You’re this fucking crazy about it, when the hell did this happen?”
“I’m not talking about it.”
“If it affects the club.”
“Fuck,” I rub a hand over my hair. “I don’t even know if it’s serious, I don’t think it can be. She’s just… Fuck.”
“You’ve said that,” Rebel grins.
“She’s Jesse’s fucking nurse,” I mutter.
“Shit,” Rebel says, watching me as I pace. “Well, that’s fucking messy.”
“Yeah, like I said, I’m fucked,” I shove the gun into the holster under my cut. “Let’s leave it at that.”
He starts to laugh as he takes the gun I offer and grabs another, loading up his holsters and locking the cabinet.
We meet the others out front. Rebel has already filled them in on what is happening tonight. As everyone gets on their bikes, a whistle makes me pause. I wait for Blaze. He’s not coming tonight, I’ve got him working on other shit.
“Chains got a text,” he says grimly.
“And?”
“They know we’re coming.”
This is some kind of ambush? My fists clench as I look toward. “Where is he?”
“In the bar,” Blaze says, his own face full of rage.
I call Rebel over. Blaze tells him what he told me.
“We’re calling it off, but we’re not letting him know that. We ride out, Blaze watch the fucker, see what he does. Text me if he tells them we’re on our way. Rebel get a couple of guys to drive out there. No bikes. They don’t engage, we need to see what we’re dealing with. Where’s Stryker?”
“He went up to the farm to get it ready for your other thing.”
“Tell him we have someone else coming up there instead. I’ll come back once he thinks we’ve gone to the club.”
“Prez.”
“I said,I’llcome back,” I snap at Rebel.
He nods and glances at the bar. “Raven?” He’s anxious about his sister. He doesn’t need to be, Raven would smash a bottle over Chains’ head if she knew what he’s done.
“It’ll alert him if she leaves. I’m not going to give him a chance to do anything. Blaze you, Gunner and Ronin be in there and be ready. It happens fast and quiet, no alerting the regular customers. Keep people away from the back hallway.”
Everyone agrees to the plan and we get back on our bikes. I look in through the front window of the bar to see Chains sitting on his traitorous ass, laughing at something one of the other brothers is saying, throwing back a shot as he does.
“Motherfucker,” I grunt.
As the engines all start and we move into formation, the little bitch looks over his shoulder and the laugh turns into a sly as fuck smile. The others move in close behind me before I get to see if he takes out the phone. But Blaze is there watching.
