“Seriously, bud. Unless you have eagle eyes and an all-seeing one at that, we couldn’t have known. Unless you have some special technology that sees through everything,” I jokingly say, but the turning looks of Coda and Joaquin interrupts my thought, “And y’all have technology that scans for shit like that. I’m not surprised. I thought bikers were supposed to be old fashioned, like hitting the pavement, guns blazing.” I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am.
“We should have seen this coming, no chances.” Joaquin interjects.
I slam my palms on the table, the rattling of the table gets their attention, “Can we move on? Y’all have completely missed the entire question. What was the damn message?”
“She’s worse than you,” Jackson mumbles under his breath, thinking that I wouldn’t hear him. My eye twitches, mostly from the annoyance of it all.
“The message was they wanted a meeting with us,” Memphis answers.
“Us, meaning the club?”
Rawlings nods his head, “And you.”
“Why the fuck me?” I jolt back in shock. They wanted me dead, my death was to be the club’s message.
“Because a certain vengeful lover let out that he had someone to get back to,” Rawlings cuts his eyes back over to Keola.
“So, my recovery won’t add to the surprise. Well, I guess it’s time to give them what they want.” I say, leaning back into my seat.
“You’re not coming with us, you just woke up,” Keola snarls, his hot, heated breath at my ear.
“Like fucking hell I’m just going to sit here, twiddling my thumbs. They wanted me dead, they wanted to prove that they took out someone that was being nosy, fine. But we’ll show them that they can’t do shit.”
“Sounds like we need to round up the troops, no need to send a message back,” Rawlings jerks up from his seat.
“We’re not even going to vote on this,” Keola challenges him.
Rawlings darts his eyes, entertaining the thought, “Those who have a problem with the ride along, your pussy asses can stay here.”
No one challenges him further. Jackson stands up and adjusts his cut, nodding to Rawlings, “You heard the boss, round up.” Tessa jerks on his arm, “Lottie and Teresa will take my truck, I don’t think we need to risk her on the bike.”
Keola shakes his head, standing up, ready to charge at someone, but one swing of his punch could cost him more than he could risk.
The muttering of the rest of the members decrescendoed as they left. Keola pins my body against the edge of the table. “I don’t fucking like this.”
“And you don’t have to like this. But it’s not fair that you can act like a merciless man, and I can’t have a moment,” I cock my head. He tilts my chin, “Can you blame me for wanting to keep you safe?”
I shake my head, “But you can trust me a little more to know I won’t do anything stupid,” I sigh.
He rests his head on my shoulder, placing a kiss on the place where his mark lies, “It’s not you that I worry about, Tessa’s driving. That’s the shit I worry about.”
Chapter 44
Keola
Amancanworryall he wants, when it comes to protecting his own. The Falcons want a meeting, most likely to tell us to keep our noses out of their businesses and possibly a few threats or more.
We should have ended them a long time ago when they started the turf war again.
But we didn’t, no one knows why we held back.
“I don’t like this,” I murmur under my breath, as we sit across the street from their bar. The last time we were here, Tessa was ready to end their lives, but subtly to stay away from one of her own.
“You don’t have to like it.” Rawlings starts to say, “But you will not fuck this up. We have one shot to neutralize this before it spreads like wildfire.”
“Why aren’t you saying this shit to the women?” I growl out, before realizing who I’m speaking to.
“Becausetheyknow exactly what’s at stake.Youare ready to shed more blood.” Jackson says, swinging his leg off the bike, straightening his cut.
