“Sounds like there’s no fuckin’ threat at this point,” Romeo concluded. “The Souls stay away from us, we’ll stay away from them.”
“Still need to keep a fuckin’ eye on them,” Rage said.
“No fuckin’ shit,” Voodoo said. “Definitely gonna keep a finger on their pulse. They pull any bullshit, gonna make sure that fuckin’ pulse flatlines.”
That made one side of Zeke’s mouth hike up.
On the outside, both the Fury and the Angels appeared to be on the straight and narrow. At their core, not so much. But, like the Kings, the Knights didn’t give a fuck about appearances. They still clung to their outlaw patch with pride.
They were the same as they always were and did what they needed to do with zero fucks. Zeke would go back to the openly outlaw ways in a hot fucking minute if the membership agreed.
Unfortunately, the majority of his brothers, including the OGs, disagreed.
Romeo swallowed a mouthful of beer before asking him, “Whadya need from us?”
“Just checkin’ to see if you heard anything. Also wanted to give you the heads up. Need to make sure the Souls stay in their own goddamn lane. They don’t, we need to fuckin’ act.”
“No different than any other fuckin’ club trespassin’ in our territory without permission. They do, the Souls gonna learn a lesson same as they did with the Kings.”
“Thing with those motherfuckin’ Kings was, they weren’t waitin’ for the Souls to step outta line,” Rage said. “They went on the offensive ‘stead of defensive.”
Voodoo turned interested, dark eyes to Rage. “That what you wanna do?”
Romeo tapped his finger on the table. “Here’s the fuckin’ thing. If the Souls don’t take that area, then another club might. Might be best to see how those motherfuckers handle it first.”
“Or we can split that territory and not give them that chance in the first fuckin’ place.”
Romeo scrubbed a hand back and forth over his bald head as he regarded Zeke. “That patch is south of the DAMC’s. You cushion us from them.”
For fuck’s sake.What a short-sighted take. “But if those motherfuckers take our patch, they can take yours next.”
“And we’re supposed to be fuckin’ allies,” Rage growled.
“Might be allies but we ain’t your bitches,” Voodoo growled back.
Romeo shot his enforcer a look that clearly told him to shut the fuck up. “You know we’re gonna stand by your side if fuckin’ needed. Just like you’ll stand by ours. Just like the Fury will come south if called. But not lookin’ to start a fuckin’ war when a line hasn’t even been drawn yet. They start draggin’ their boot in the goddamn sand and creatin’ one, then we need to kick that fuckin’ sand right in their face.”
“Wanna avoid the same shit we had with the Warriors. Took too fuckin’ long to eradicate them.” Too many members and ol’ ladies of the DAMC got hurt because of those fuckers.As the prez, he wanted to avoid living through that hell again.
“Ain’t gonna disagree with you on that,” Romeo murmured, running a finger over the letters roughly carved in the table.
Those letters spelled out “KNIGHTHOOD.”
It had been there before the first time Zeke ever sat at that table and would be there long after the last time.
“Heard congrats are in fuckin’ order.” Romeo’s words pulled Zeke from their topic of discussion.
“For?”
“Heard you now got some crotch fruit of your own.”
Rage shifted sharply next to Zeke. Most likely because, until Kyra gave the okay, Zeke hadn’t made any official announcement. Despite the fact most of his brothers knew the truth.
“Just one.”
Romeo grinned. “One’s all it fuckin’ takes.”
“He’s one reason why I wanna be proactive when it comes to those fuckin’ Souls.”
