Donnie closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, and sirens sound in the distance.
“Get rid of them,” I say. “The Sons are in town, and they’re trying to shift this back onto us.”
Donnie nods and turns to the door as the sirens grow louder. He grabs his radio, talking into it as he heads outside. “Dominion Sons spotted fleeing the scene, heading south down Bay Street. All units report to?—”
The door bangs shut behind him, and we stand in silence as we listen to his sirens start up and fade down the street. And the rest of the sirens fade away, too.
I sweep my gaze across the room to take in all my brothers, making sure they’re all in one piece. And I’m relieved to see them all breathing and untouched.
Then Wingnut waddles out from under a chair, and I release a heavy sigh.
Thank fuck.
“Caz,” I say as my eyes land on him. “Watch them.” I point at Cade and Maple, then turn and head for our meeting room. And it takes everything in me not to look back at Cade.
Because we need to sort some shit out… and if I take one more look into his eyes, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave his side.
The club follows me into the room without a word, and I drop down into my seat with determination quickly building inside me. And the second the door clicks shut behind Dom, I begin.
“So are we finally ready to get our shit together now?” I ask, looking around the table.
Kurt leans forward and glares at me. “And what the fuck does that mean?”
“You know what it means,” I snap at him. “We wasted time waiting on an option that the Sons bought right out from under us. Now, one option remains. And we’re taking it.”
I look around the table, waiting for disagreement. But it doesn’t come.
“They want war,” I say. “But we’re not giving it to them.”
Mac lifts his chin and meets my eyes, and Cory and Trip shift to face me. I feel the energy change in the room with those words, and I know, without a doubt, they don’t want war either.
“It’s time to go big,” I continue. “We need to be exactly who we are, do what we do best, and make this club stronger than it’s ever been. “We need to keep these fuckers out of our province, and away from what we’ve built.” I pause and pull in a breath. “And we need help.”
Dom leans forward and folds his arms on the table. “Help from who?”
“Clubs they haven’t touched yet,” I say.
“Nova Scotia and Newfoundland,” Kurt says thoughtfully, looking down at his fingers as he runs them along a groove in the table.
I nod. “The only other MCs in Atlantic Canada. And they haven’t pushed on them yet, because they have to go through us first.”
Trip watches me carefully for a moment. “What are they going to help us with? And why would they?”
“You heard Frank,” Dom says. “They control the borders to the US and Quebec. We’re stuck.”
I shake my head. “Newfoundland and Nova Scotia have different borders.”
Kurt looks up at me with his brows drawn together. “You want to go overseas?”
“No.” I lean forward and fold my arms on the table. “I want to bring European carsin.”
All eyes land on me, and my heart picks up its pace.
“European cars will make our auctions more lucrative and more desirable,” I explain. “Limited runs and rare models push prices up and force competition. Buyers will come from across Canada and the US.” I look around the table. “If we bring the Black Tides in Nova Scotia and the Torngat Wraiths in Newfoundland with us, we build an auction pipeline with mutual protection and shared profit.”
Silence settles in around the table as I let that hang, and the need inside me grows. We fuckingneedthis… Ihaveto get them on board.
“They both have safe shipping routes…” Mac says thoughtfully. “And the Black Tides already move contraband through Halifax and smaller docks.”
