“Sure, Dad, maybe we can Skype and you and he can talk,” I offer and then regret it. What if Kane doesn’t want to speak with my dad? Would he refuse?
“Sounds good. Talk to you soon, love you.”
“Love you too.”
We hang up, and I blow out a breath I’d been holding onto since Dad found out I was living with Kane.
Dodged a bullet on that one so far.
It’s been over a week since we voted, and so far we have everything ready to go to take out the Viper MC. I’ve called in a few brothers from the Wichita, New Orleans, and Tucson Chapters who will be arriving this morning. Tomorrow is the day we eliminate the Vipers and bury them six feet under.
The plan is set and we’re going in during the middle of the afternoon for an alcohol delivery to surprise them. Two prospects will be in the cab driving and four brothers are going to be hiding out in the back of the trailer behind crates and boxes. The rest of us are going to be on the south wall along the chained linked fence waiting for the signal. We’ll cut the metal and storm the clubhouse guns blazing. It was made very clear to everyone to try to not kill Hector, their president. He is for me. I want to take my time with him before I cut his head off.
The Vipers are up to something, but we can’t figure it out at the moment. They aren’t using any internet or mobile connections that we’re monitoring. Hawk and Raegan both think they’ve figured out that they’re being bugged and are holding everything close to the vest. After tomorrow it won’t matter, but I still hate not knowing what my enemies are doing.
Raegan and I have been like two passing ships in the night. I’ve been so consumed with ending this war with the Vipers that I haven’t seen much of her. I know she’s working on something massive but isn’t saying a word. The one time I saw Sutton in passing, I’d asked her if she knew anything and she said she didn’t. I’ve seen some camera equipment on her nightstand of side of the bed, so she must be doing some type of surveillance on someone. Trick is still keeping a watchful eye on her, but has no idea what she is doing either. Every time I ask she just shrugs it off and says that we’ll talk about it after I’m done with my project.
Tonight, we’re having a few beers and settling our nerves before we go to battle. The guys have been working tirelessly making sure our surveillance is correct and that we’re able to get into their compound without being detected. They deserve to chill for a few hours, and I’m more than happy to let them blow off some steam.
I’m sitting down at a table with Reaper, Havoc, Brass, and my brother Blaze. We’re on our third round of beers and shooting the shit when a drunk Twitch comes over to the table with a new club whore sucking on his neck.
“How are you holding up being on this side of the fence?” Brass asks Blaze, who’s been out of prison for almost two weeks now.
Blaze picks up his beer and raises it in the air.
“Better than it was before I went in.” He takes a long pull from his bottle and continues. “Having a wife and little girl to come home to every night is something I never thought I’d want. As a teenager, I didn’t even think that I’d live to be twenty-five much less have one single pussy to satisfy me, but I can’t even glance at another woman in that way.” He looks over at the whore sitting on Twitch’s lap and then back at us. “When you’ve found the one nothing else compares.”
“Jesus man, did you become some type of counselor in the joint or what?” Reaper ribs him.
“Dude, just wait, when the right one comes along you’ll be just as whipped as I am,” Blaze throws back. He checks something on his phone and then stands. “Alright ladies, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And with that he pats me on the back and heads out the door of the clubhouse.
“I’m pretty sure Blaze left his balls in prison.” Reaper laughs and then motions for another beer from the bar.
Tessa comes strutting over barely in any clothes and won’t stop eyeing me. Every time I get up to get another beer or take a leak, she’s right there in my face. There are more than enough guys here to entertain, and she’s still holding out to get my attention. When is the bitch going to learn to leave me alone? Every one of these Sweetbutts know to steer clear, especially after my little wildcat’s display of possessiveness.
Raegan’s Ol’ Lady cut was completed yesterday, and I can’t wait to give it to her tomorrow. We’re having a party to celebrate the occasion. I’m bringing in our tattoo artist to ink her perfect little body with my name on it.
“So, where’s our queen tonight? Thought she’d be here?” Brass asks after Tessa finally leaves after no one pays her any mind.
I’m about to answer when Reaper pipes up for me.
“She’s out racing tonight.”
“The fuck she is!” I snap. No way this is the first I’m hearing about this. I’m not the least bit happy about it. “What do you mean she’s out racing?”
Reaper stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Dude, I spoke with Trick earlier before we started drinking, he argued you knew all about it. Raegan assured him that it was approved by you. It’s Raegan, Trick, and Sutton out there.”
The name Sutton perks up Havoc and puts him on high alert.
“Fuck!” Havoc and I both say at the same time.
I whip my phone out to dial Raegan’s number. Six rings later, her voicemail picks up.
“Do you know where the race is being held tonight?”
