“I was fine until last night. Christ, talk about your past biting you in the ass. Did you see how hot she is? Fuck, I screwed up! That’s who I should be going home to every night and not a different club whore. Candy couldn’t even take the edge off last night. All I could picture—” I interrupt him quickly, not wanting to hear him say he was picturing my wildcat.
“Is Raegan going to be a problem for this club, Havoc?”
“What? No, of course not. She’s the sweetest, kindest, most lovable person on this planet,” he starts to say then pauses “Well, except to me that is.”
“Is there any way the two of you can work this out?” I have to ask for my own selfish reasons. After the smack down from last night, I think I already know the answer but the faster he can admit it, it might move this along.
I watch his shoulders slump even further then lean forward with his elbows on his knees. After a few moments he finally answers.
“I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me for that night. And you want to know the worst part about all of this? I never even slept with Debbie that first night after Raegan and I got into that fight and I got drunk. Debbie let it slip one night a few months ago and that was the driving force for me to start the divorce. I should’ve done it sooner, but was too much of a coward to be alone to follow through with it. Thought Zane deserved better, but now I think he’s better off with us apart.”
Well, shit, that might make Raegan change her mind if she knew he didn’t really cheat on her from the beginning.
“You should tell her that, Havoc. She has a right to know what that bitch did.”
“I want to, but you saw her last night, she won’t even let me within ten feet of her.”
“Emotions were running high last night, and she’d just been taken off the street by the prospects. I’m sure she wasn’t in the right frame of mind,” I try to ease into it.
“Maybe.”
“Are you going to be okay seeing her around town with another guy? I can’t have my VP going all cowboy on us if she moves on.” Christ, why can’t I just say what I need to say. That’s right because I’m acting like a pussy! When did I grow a vagina?
He huffs out and leans back in the chair.
“She hasn’t been mine in six years, I’m sure she’s moved on by now. Plus, with her stepdad being—” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at our MC logo behind me.
The door blows open and Brass barges in.
“Prez, we got a problem. Safehouse out by Lake Trammell is up in smoke along with our coke shipment from two days ago.”
“Jesus Christ! Call the brothers, let’s ride in fifteen,” I say, standing. I regret not having a prospect guard and watch over the place.
Brass walks out leaving us alone once again.
“Are we good here?” Havoc asks.
“Yeah. Let’s go, make sure to pack some extra heat in case it’s an ambush.”
“Got it.”
I walk over to my safe and pull out my knife and place it in my boot. Then I pull out my 9mm and put it in the back of my waistband. I already have my regular guns holstered under my cut; I only take those off when I sleep at night. I have a feeling this is the Vipers payback for burning their warehouse down in Big Spring.
We mount our rides and head out to the safehouse. Brass, our road captain, is in front with me, then Havoc and Reaper behind us. Dash, Chains, Ledger, Hawk, Bull, and Riot are all in formation behind them. Once we hit Hwy 70, we gun it towards the lake. What normally takes around twenty minutes to drive only takes us twelve. Our bikes weave up the dirt road where you can’t miss the black smoke mushrooming in the distance.
Hawk already called ahead to have someone we know in the fire department put the fire out and keep it quiet. Paying off the right people is crucial when you’re running illegal businesses. No reason to alert the police of our safehouse with over fifty pounds of drugs inside. As we approach the site, the emergency crew is already there putting the last of the fire out. The house is a total loss and nothing that was inside will be salvageable.
Havoc and Hawk start speaking with the fire crew, settling and passing some money around for their discretion.
“This reeks of Vipers MC,” Brass points out, coming up to my bike after I just finished a call with Gunner asking for our boys back by tomorrow due to this latest attack. The Nevada Prez agrees and tells me that he’ll spare a few men once his brothers were done down there.
“I hear ya on that, brother,” I say in agreeance.
Shots have now been returned in our war.
Let the games begin.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
