A low murmur rolls around the table. The Sinners MC has been a thorn in our side for years. In the last year, they’ve gotten into bed with the Valenciaga Cartel.
“How many?” Gator asks.
“At least six,” Cyber answers, swiping at his iPad. “Could be more inside.”
“We hit them tonight,” Tacoma growls. “Take every one of them motherfuckers out.”
Looking at him, I can see the rage he’s barely holding on to. Foxy is pregnant with their first child, and she was in the SUV with June and the other ol’ ladies when the Sinners went after them.
“Tonight?” Bane’s brow furrows. “Why the fuck aren’t we leaving now?”
“Because that’s what they’ll be expecting,” Tacoma replies. “After that chase, they’ll be on high alert. We wait till dark, and catch them with their pants down.”
I nod. That makes sense.
“We’ll take three trucks.” Tacoma turns his attention to Eagle. “Pop, you’ll drive the first with me, Bane, Gator, and Journey.” He shifts his attention to Story. “You’ll drive the second with Bash, Lobo, Bishop, and Banks. And Red will be in the third with Moby, Gamble, Tracer, and Sandman.”
“What about us?” City asks from where he’s standing by the door.
“Prospects are staying here to protect the women,” Tacoma orders.
City nods.
“However…Bax,” Tacoma turns to the prospect. “You’re coming with us. Consider this your final test.”
Bax straightens, his face serious. “I won’t let you down, Prez.”
“Let’s hope not.” Tacoma glances around the table. “Weapons check at midnight.”
We spend the next hour hashing out the logistics before Tacoma finally bangs the gavel. “That’s it, brothers. Rest up. It’s gonna be a long fuckin’ night.”
As we file out of the chapel, my mind is conjuring up a million ways things could go sideways tonight. I have a lot to lose now. Not only does my sister depend on me, but now I’ve got June to think about. What if something happens to me? Who will look out for them?
No. Fuck that. That’s not an option. I’m coming back, and then I’m going to claim June at the table and knock her ass up.
Glancing around the common room, my eyes find June immediately, sitting between Foxy and Stella at their table in the corner.
June head goes back, her slender throat on display as she laughs at something Foxy says.
Goddamn, if she ain’t the hottest little bitch I’ve ever seen.
Feeling me starting as I approach, she looks up and the smile falls from her face.
Damn.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asks, reaching for my hand as I stop beside her chair.
Honey.
My lips turn up. She’s so fuckin’ sweet.
I give her delicate hand a squeeze. “Nothin’ for you to worry about,” I say, bending down to drop a kiss on her mouth.
Dragging her into this life, it’s the first of many half-truths she’ll hear from me. Club business will never be her business. Simple as that. Too many ol’ ladies have walked away because they couldn’t handle the truth. Others have left because they can’t hack the secrets. Either way, there’s no winning.
“You sure?”
I glance down into June’s worried blue eyes, and suddenly it hits me.
