“Yeah, they might not give a fuck about the loss of some bikers, but the loss of money on the other hand…” Reaper added.
So goddamn true. If the Demons had been disposable, theSouls would be in the same boat, but that meant his own brothers would be, too.
“For fuck’s sake,” Zeke grumbled, scraping fingers through his hair. He didn’t know the answer to their dilemma, and he could see that he wasn’t going to find it today.
“Good thing is our club ain’t in any immediate danger, right?” Wheels asked. “So, even if the Souls start movin’ product tomorrow, we don’t need to act immediately. We can get our shit tight first.”
“How about we make those fuckers pay a toll to run through our area? This way we make some scratch but don’t gotta get caught in a shit storm,” Cruz suggested.
That might be a good fucking idea. They’d earn some scratch without getting their hands dirty. Only, there was a hitch. “Really don’t want the feds, or any kind of pigs, focusin’ on this area.”
“That federal task force didn’t focus on us when they went after the Demons,” Zane mentioned.
“That’s because your father cooperated with them,” Vi reminded everyone at the table.
“Even if he didn’t, doubt they woulda fucked with us,” Zane said. “Our club wasn’t the one involved with movin’ meth.”
“But if the feds didn’t get involved when they did, he woulda hadta do somethin’ ‘bout the Demons.”
What Wheels said was true. Zeke sat back and pursed his lips.
Now that he thought about it, Cruz’s suggestion had another obstacle, and it was a big one. “While it could make us some scratch, thinkin’ if we make the Souls pay us a toll, that ties our club to their drug runnin’. The feds could burn us with RICO charges, too.”
“Didn’t fucking think of that,” Cruz grumbled. “But then, that’s why we have a fucking executive committee.”
“Wheels is right. I don’t think you need to solve this shit tonight,” Vi met Zeke’s eyes across the length of the table. “At least now you know what you’ll be dealing with. I can run this by the rest of the Shadows and see what they think.”
Rage spoke up next. “Forgettin’ somethin’ important.”
Zeke glanced over at him.
“Those motherfuckers touched DAMC property. They took our prez’s woman and kid. Just ‘cause they didn’t hurt them don’t mean they shouldn’t pay for that bullshit.”
“Do you want to send them a message? Or just exact revenge on the down low?” One side of Reaper’s mouth hiked up enough for Zeke to catch it.
Vi shot Zeke a“See? I told you he’d be an asset to the club,”look.
He ignored her smug ass and answered the Shadow. “Would prefer to go with door number one, but that’s gonna put a target on our backs. So, guess we’ll go with door number two.”
Reaper’s lips suddenly curved up in a full-blown smile. “Copy that.”
“All in favor?”
No surprise, that vote was unanimous.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Zeke strodeout of the meeting to see almost every patched member gathered in the common area. Including the OGs.
Damn.Word had traveled fucking fast.
He hadn’t even mentioned calling a church meeting. And even though just about everyone was there, it still wasn’t a good time because they didn’t have a solid plan.
Zeke’s gaze swept the room before finding and focusing on Kyra. She was standing next to his father. Zak was holding Ledger with a whole bunch of unhappy filling his face.
Hawk had cornered Rage out of range of everyone’s ears.
Nash had corralled his son, Chaos, while Slade stalked toward his son, Wheels.
