Page 133 of Wild Fire


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Then grinned.

After that, he got down to business.

“It’s not once, but a number of times Beck has come to me toask if we’d wade into shit they gotgoin’ on.”

“I know.You bring that to the table.And it’s always voteddown.”

“We weren’t ready.I think now we’re ready.”

After their own dance on the dark side, Resurrection hadleapt so far to the good, they were on the other edge of the dark.

It was understandable.They had all, but mostly Beck, losthold on their decency.

A man with something to prove was a man to keep an eye on.

A biker with something to prove was a man you didn’t takeyour eyes from.

An entire fucking MC with that was a force of nature.

Chaos knew that all too well.

The last situation Rush had brought to the table fromResurrection had been about a woman whose husband had cleaned her out—everydime in their accounts, every stick of furniture—left her with a mortgage, atoddler, a baby in her belly, but not one thing else, and disappeared.

Dutch hadn’t paid much attention, because he knew in the endhow the vote would eventually go, but discussion had been intense around theChaos table before that was voted down.

Though he had been one of three—him, Jagger and Hound—whohad voted “in.”

Word was, the guy was found.

And when Dutch heard, he’d thought distractedly, because itwasn’t in his sphere, that he wished he knew how it did, and he wouldn’t haveminded being a part of that.

“We’d be assist,” Rush said.“Not up to our necks, butenough to give the men something to feed that need.And I think you’d be a goodgo-between.Know what we’d want, bring it to the table, even know ifResurrection passes onsomethin’ we’d pick up.”

“Rush, you were totally against this vigilante shit theentire time we weredoin’ this vigilante shit,” Dutchreminded him.

“That was then, this is now, and this is entirelydifferent.”

“How do you reckon?”

“We’ll have control of what we get involved in and we won’tget involved in anything that will get our women kidnapped, for one.”

There was that.

“For another, this won’t be about attacks on the Club wegottadefend against.We won’t be on our back foot.Ever.We can go in knowing what we’re facing, discuss it and decide.”

And there was that.

“And last, this isn’t us going out and possibly buyingtrouble in an effort to keep our patch clean.Risks will be measured anddiscussed.And we can cut loose if shit goes somewhere we don’twannafollow.”

And yeah, there was that.

Rush studied him acutely.“You’re not into this idea.”

“I’m one hundred percent into this idea.”

And he was.

He was no cop and no private investigator.