The rage was there. It was idling beneath the surface.
Controlled.
Lethal and waiting to explode.
I’d already heard the details from Rusty and Skid. I didn’t need the recap, but I sat there and listened as he said, “As some of you have heard, Rusty, Skid, and Smitty were in an altercation with another club tonight. They call themselves the Rebel Coyotes. They’re new to Little Rock, but not a new MC. They have several chapters up North and are looking to expand. They’ve been testing the edges of our territory for some time, but they’ve been quiet about it…until now.”
A low murmur rolled through the room.
“Do they not know who they were fucking with?”
“They knew, and it didn’t even slow them down,” Grim answered. “But we don’t know shit about them. That’s the problem.”
“Shep’s already pulling intel, but I don’t need fucking names.” The veins in Prez’s neck pulsed with anger as he roared, “Anyone involved with what went down tonight is going to pay.”
“So, how do you want to play it?” Grim asked.
Prez reached over and grabbed a baseball bat from the wall. “We fight fire with fire.”
“And the intel?”
“We’ll bring it back with us.”
“I get you’re pissed. Hell, we all are, but don’t you think we need to stop and take a breath here?” Memphis asked. “We don’t know what we’re heading into with these guys. It could be a trap.”
“I’m willing to take that chance.”
“I’m with you, Prez,” I interjected. “Those motherfuckers are sitting back at that bar thinking they’ve really done something. Fuck that. We gotta go in there and show them just how wrong they are.”
“That’s how wars get started,”Memphis argued.
“The war was started the second they put their hands on my boys!” Prez snarled. “It wasn’t just some misunderstanding, they beat the hell out of them, and they did it while they were wearing their cuts. They knew damn well who our boys were. We can’t let them get away with that shit.”
“You think they’re still at the bar?”
“Only one way to find out.”
“Then, let’s do this.” Grim stood, grabbing another bat from the wall.
We all followed suit and were about to head out when Prez glanced back at us and said, “We make an example outta these guys… one that no one will ever forget.”
Prez didn’t have to tell us twice.
We knew exactly what he meant, and we did just that.
It was only a matter of time before these assholes knew exactly what happened when you crossed Satan’s Fury. It’s not a mistake you’ll make twice.
20
PRESLEY
The salon was usually my happy place. It gave me a chance to be with my girls and to get in touch with my creative side. I should’ve been thrilled. It was Friday afternoon, I was at work, and business was steady. I was able to spend some time with my girls, and I had a full day of clients.
But my heart wasn’t in it. I was just going through the motions.
Smile.
Wash. Cut. Style.
