“Now we might fuckin’ regret it, too.” Zeke hadn’t even been patched into the club yet when it all went down so he had no say at the time. Now he did. “Got more members now but thinkin’ it’s still too much territory for us to cover. Don’t give a fuck about the chapters in West Virginia or Ohio. They can keep that bullshit. But anythin’ between us and the Mason-Dixon line, man…” He shook his head.
Rage agreed. “No fuckin’ shit. That’s a whole ‘nother story.”
“Not likin’ this,” Zeke murmured, staring at the DAMC patch carved into the middle of the long table. “Not likin’ this shit one fuckin’ bit.”
The Twisted Souls were an outlaw MC that might mean trouble for his club. Zeke needed to be proactive and deal with it and not let the DAMC take hits from a rival club, like the Shadow Warriors used to do to them.
The Warriors would show up when the club least expected it, create some havoc, then disappear again. Being nomads, they didn’t have a home base, so they could strike, then go to ground easily. It made them more difficult to find and deal with.
Ultimately, in the end, they’d been handled and were a distant memory. But not before leaving scars behind on the DAMC.
They could never let that happen again.
“For fuck’s sake, all of this shit sounds like more than a rumor.” Zeke rubbed at his chest. The shit was giving him fucking heartburn.
To his right, Zane shifted in his seat. “Yeah, seems like more of a plan than a rumor. Gotta keep on top of this.”
Zeke glanced over at Rage when he said, “Know the Twisted Souls had issues with the Kings of Anarchy in the past. The Kings weren’t gonna put up with any of their bullshit, so they squeezed the Souls out of their territory. Seems like that club’s now lookin’ to go where they ain’t gonna be fucked with.”
“Of course they had to move fuckin’ west to be a thorn in our fuckin’ sides,” Wheels said at the other end of the table.
“Fuck,” Chaos groaned. “Shit’s been so goddamn peaceful. No threats, no rivals, no nothin’. Thought between us, the Knights, and the Fury up north, we had western PA locked down.”
Chaos wasn’t the only one with that thought.
“Could wait and see if they keep their shit tight and not try to encroach, or we can move on them before they expect it,” Zane suggested.
“Know my fuckin’ vote on that,” Rage grumbled. “Prez?”
Zeke sat back and once again stared at the carving in the center of the table.
It wasn’t only his club family they had to protect, but he now had a son. He might not have known him for very long, but no matter what, Ledger was blood.Hisblood.
And Zeke would die for him. He’d also kill for him.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
But guaranteed, if the Souls fucked with them, they’d regret it.
“Thinkin’ I should have a sit down with the Souls’ prez. Maybe pass on a warnin’. No reason to start a fuckin’ war ’tilthere’s a reason. The Demons never really fucked with us, so the Souls might keep to their fuckin’ selves. If not, we’ll handle ‘em like the OGs handled the Warriors.”
Whatever they needed to do, they would do it to keep their club and families safe.
“Ain’t just gonna be you at that meet, Prez. Gonna be me and Chill, too,” Rage announced.
Yeah, he couldn’t face a whole other biker army as a lone soldier. They needed to show solidarity.
Zeke glanced over at his younger brother. “Set it up.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere neutral,” Zeke answered Zane.
“What ‘bout the Knights? Think they should be there, too?” Chaos asked.
“Couldn’t hurt to show the Souls that, together, the Angels and the Knights are a force not to fuck with,” Rage answered.
Zeke jerked his chin up at his brother. “Chill, reach out to them, too. Also, gonna tell Vi to get the Shadows to do some recon on the Ohio and West Virginia chapters in the meantime. It’ll be good to know if they’re tryin’ to be a powerhouse or not. The more info we got in our back fuckin’ pocket, the better.”
