Without risk?
What a joke.
This was fucking perilous.
A death wish.
Hatred bound my guts in coils of white-hot fury. Rage curling my hands into fists.
God knew how desperately I was wishing for death, but not for anyone else but the monsters who had stolen so much from me. From my family.
No clue who I really was. Trying to push me into a corner. Trying to bend me to their will like I was going to cave. Thinking I was some two-bit criminal. Nothing but a mule to haul their poison across the country.
Motherfucker had no idea who he was dealing with, but he was about to.
I’d been trying to infiltrate their organization for years, ever since I discovered who they really were, and it was time to bring it to fruition.
Aggression and anxiety blustered through the enclosed space. None of my brothers were immune to the stakes.
“How many?” Phoenix growled it from the side.
My chest tightened. “At least eighty men spread out over multiple locations.”
It would require a massive amount of coordination.
Perfect coordination.
There was no room for missteps or miscalculations.
I watched as the magnitude of what we were undertaking sank in. Their expressions shifting through a million things.
Dread and determination.
Ferocity and fear.
Always, always landing on the oath that we had taken.
“We have to be precise. We can’t afford any mistakes,” I gritted.
Even if we only made one of them, we’d all be dead.
“And do we trust the intel Cash is gathering?” There was a grumble of suspicion from Styx, a guy in his early fifties who’d followed me over from my days in the Iron Owls MC in LA.
Days when I’d given myself over to greed and gluttony.
To sin and a reign of terror.
When that crew had splintered, I’d formed Crimson Crows. Along with a handful of others—Trevan, who I’d known from childhood, and Phoenix, who’d been an Owl—Styx had followed.
His question wasn’t because he doubted Cash.
Cash and the rest of the Sovereign Sanctum crew were loyal. Steadfast to the extreme.
Our brothers in arms.
This was all about the weaselly little fuck who was so duplicitous he might as well have had traitor stamped on his forehead.
“He was solid when he came forward to give info on Elena, and we have to trust he’s going to be solid now.”
