He hasn’t voiced it yet, but we’re all thinking it, even those who voted not to kill another member. We should have taken Storm out when we had the chance, when he first betrayed the club.
“Okay, look,” Wallen gets to his feet. “You and I, we’re in the same boat here.”
“Not even close,” Kivisto scoffs.
“You’re one step away from a shallow grave. If your father finds out what you’ve done, we’re all fucked. Cool it with the threats, okay. If we want to get through this shit, we have to work together. On the same side.”
That is the first time he sounds like the old Wallen. Backtracking, appeasing, trying to cover his own back like the little shit he is.
“Fine,” Kivisto says after a tense stare off.
“You should go back to Virginia.”
“What about meeting Tiernan?”
I stiffen. That is Storm’s real name.
“It’s not safe. The Disciples are out for blood. Your blood. You need to leave. Plus, Ensio has been round to your place.”
“What?” Kivisto lunges toward Wallen and grabs his shirt.
Blaze explains without looking up. “Kivisto's eldest son,” he says.
“Why is that a problem?” I ask.
“He better not have fucking touched her,” Kivisto growls.
Oh, the wife. I exchange a look with Blaze, his brow is furrowed.
He’s been looking into Beth Heikkinen, had some pictures of her and talked about how she didn’t belong there. I’ll ignore that for now.
From the way this conversation is going, Kivisto will not lead us to Storm. He’s going to go back chasing after his fucking wife.
I swipe a hand over my chin and move to the window. It doesn’t take long to find the car Nero and Stryker are in. He heard that, too. Our plan is going to shit. And they haven’t mentioned the Demon Sinners at all.
Is this another secret Storm is keeping from the rats he has working under him? Two different factions who have no clue about the other? I’m about to lose my shit and go across the hall to grab both of them and end this.
I flick on my microphone, knowing full well my President is going to hear me.
“He is going to go back to West Virginia. Are you sure this is still the way you want to play it?”
The question is met with silence, but Razer shifts behind me, he agrees but is waiting on Nero's orders.
“We go ahead as planned. Blaze, do not let Kivisto out of your sight. Grab Wallen and get him out to the van.”
When no one argues, I stand back and watch Wallen leave the hotel room. Kivisto throws his suitcase across the room and grabs his phone. Probably to call his wife.
Blaze stays to make sure it’s safe for us to leave the room and monitor Kivisto as we head down in the service elevator.
This could be one of our biggest mistakes.
When we get to the van, Wallen is already hogtied, eyes wide and terrified. Beast standing over him, a gun pointed between his eyes.
“Hey there, dickhead,” I smirk. “Your parole officer is going to be so disappointed.”
There is a rag in his mouth, but it doesn’t stop him trying to speak. I’m not interested in hearing from the fucker.
“His parole officer is the least of his problems,” Beast kicks him in the side, making him groan and try to get away. Difficult when you’re hogtied and on your stomach.
