Pix shakes her head as if reading my thoughts. “You haven’t been around the clubhouse much lately. Something’s going on with the old guard. They’re not obvious about it, except, of course, for Razor, because it’s clear he hates our guts, but I can sense it.”
“Because of what happened with Grinder.”
“Yeah, but it’s more than that. Ever since everything went down with Slade, mutiny is brewing within the old guard, and I know Thunder and Razor are secretly fanning it.”
The MC had come under attack with the threat against Slade, and I can see how the old guard—who are itching to take their power back—would use that to their advantage. Add in what the Council was forced to do regarding Grinder…
Frustration tightens her face. “If only Ash would let me handle Razor and Thunder. They’re rot, and they need to be cut out.”
Have I mentioned my sister has a bloodthirsty little demon in her? She might look like a delicate pixie, but her motto is stab first, ask questions never.
She has excellent gut instincts and is a wicked enforcer. However, she has no patience for diplomacy or the politics that Ash, as leader, must navigate. War is costly, and a war within the MC, besides the obvious downsides, would weaken us and give our enemies an opportunity to strike.
“You need to confess your sins to Ash,” she warns.
“I know.” I sigh. “But I got Leeva back, Pix. I won’t be walking away from her. I can’t.”
“Then we need to kill Guerilla,” she repeats with conviction. With Pix, she’s all-in when it comes to her family and protecting them, and I love her all the more for it. “That way, it removes the gray area because the law includes that caveat: if the brother dies, then so does the forbidden territory piece.”
“And you don’t think Razor and Thunder won’t still try to stir shit up if Guerilla dies and then it comes out that Leeva is back and is with me?”
“Andwe’re full circle, right back to getting rid of them,” she drawls, exasperated. “My way makes this much simpler and faster. So, help me convince Ash to give me the green light to take all three out. Razor, Thunder, and Guerilla no longer breathing will do the world a favor.”
Before I can reply, there’s a knock on my door, and Liam sticks his head in.
“What do you need, Liam?”
“There’s a woman insisting on seeing you. She’s starting to cause a scene because we won’t let her come up here.”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know her name, but she’s a redhead.”
Fucking hell. Anais.
“I’ll be right down,” I grit with annoyance.
“You want us to put her in one of the private rooms?” he asks, as that’s what I usually do to meet with clients for business purposes. “The Water Room is open.”
“No, the bar will do.” I stand from my chair, and Liam leaves.
Pix cranes her neck to look up at me. “Who’s the redhead?”
“A pain in my ass.”
“Well, you know my favorite way of dealing with problems…” She pats the left side of her cut where she keeps her favorite knife. “And I could use some fun since Ash has me on a leash.”
I laugh. “Hardly.”
She grins as she stands. “It’s good to hear you laugh, and because of that, Leeva has my vote and protection. If you need me to remove the Guerilla part of the problem, you know where to find me.”
We walk out of my office and go down the stairs. At the bottom, I catch Pix’s arm. “Go easy on Digits.”
Her face is a mask, unreadable. “I’ll consider it.” Then she jerks her chin toward the main part of the club. “Go deal with that, then get your ass over to the clubhouse to talk to Ash.”
She stalks toward the door without waiting for me to agree.
Pushing that dreaded item on my to-do list aside, I head toward the bar.
