Big Dick looked at his father.“I always carry my shotgun at night, son.You know this.”
There was a reason Big Dick was good at shooting.It was because he was taught by the best.His father had always insisted on a man being able to take care of his property.Although, he had never seen his father use it.
Suddenly, his dad moved in closer.“I want to warn you there are three dead bodies in my home.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Big Dick said.
His father nodded.“Is this bad?”
“Erick has been taken.”
His mother gasped.“What?”
“He is still alive, as far as I can tell.”
“So,” Hunter said, coming toward them.“Three men at your parents’, Erick being taken.”
“There was a guy waiting for me,” Big Dick said.
“And Hunter took care of one,” Harlow said.
Just then, Smokey, Rocky, and Elijah came in on their bikes, along with Ugly Beast and Raven.They filled the carpark.
Callum, Michael, and Bernard were there, each of them looking a little confused.The moment they all realized Erick had been taken, each of them stopped and gave him a chance to think.
“Where’s Jude?”Big Dick asked.
“He’s out of town,” his mother said.“He had a convention to go to.”
“Call him.I want to make sure he is okay,” Big Dick said.
There had been men at each of his brothers’ locations.
“Are you okay?”Smokey asked.
“We need to get to church, and we need to go now.”
Within ten minutes, church was full and Big Dick didn’t sit down as he had the cell phone on speaker.They heard Erick groan.There were people in the background, muffled conversations, but they were still driving.Big Dick had no choice but to ignore it.
“Why would Cadeon target you?”Smokey asked.
Big Dick looked toward Smokey.“I have no idea.I was the one whose cell phone he took, but why wait until now?”he asked.“Why wait to go after my family?”
He frowned.None of this made any sense.
“How many enemies do you have?”Carlos asked.
“I have a shit ton of them, why, you want to start counting them?”Big Dick asked.“The whole fucking Twisted Bastards MC are my enemy, because I had been pushing them out of their little hidey-holes like the fucking rats they are.”
He was losing his temper.
“No, this is not club,” Carlos said.“This is personal.When someone comes after your family, this is personal.”
And there was only one name that kept ringing through his head.
“It can’t be him,” Big Dick said.“He doesn’t have the means to do that.”
“Who are you talking about?”Smokey asked.
