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Chapter Sixteen
Cas
“How many clubs did you infiltrate before you retired?”
Aaron and Grace, Tal—Ethan’s parents, stop their hushed conversation between themselves at Sparky’s question.
“That has nothing to do with this,” Grace says as they take a seat at our table.
“You say Bert was staying at the motel in town? Well, he’d be arrogant enough to take your brother there, but he won’t kill him there. We should surround the place. When it comes to Bert, he moves fast, but not without foreplanning. He used to be approachable, but if you crossed him, he was deadly. He helped raise me, yet didn’t hesitate to shoot me, tie me up, and beat me with a pool cue. You don’t want to underestimate him, but he can be easily overpowered.”
“Grace is right. He was a good soldier, but not so good at the top. He was sloppy,” Aaron adds.
“The agent you say he has won’t have much time left. If he’s not already dead, we need to move.”
“That amount of presence will attract attention,” I say, which makes her laugh.
“Are you not the Lost Souls? I’m sure a club such as yours has the means to divert any unwanted attention until we’re done. With luck, we won’t need much of it.”
Narrowing my eyes, the urge to shoot her myself intensifies.
“We don’t have the cops in our pocket. It’s usually a quiet town, and as long as we keep our business here, they leave us alone. If we rock up at the motel and cause carnage…”
Frustrated, she slams her hand down on the table. “If we don’t handle this fast, the cops will have reason to come sniffing around your club regardless.”
“I agree with her. If we hold back, it could cost us another life,” Slade murmurs.
I can see he’s thinking of India, but this is different. For once, we’re dealing with a brother and not an innocent. I snap the cigarette I took from Sparky’s pack earlier and crumble the broken pieces into mulch.
“Take a vote if that’s what you need to do, but leave it any longer… Aaron and I are more than capable of taking him down ourselves. Or, is that what you’re waiting for?”
Sitting forward, I lean my arm on the table and sneer. “If it was a case of using you to take down Bert for saving your son, I’d come out and say that, but he has our brother. If you two take this into your own hands, and he dies because you fuck up, I’ll make the two of you watch as I slice your son’s throat open.”
Her lips purse into a thin line, and Aaron’s jaw clenches.
“You might try to burn the world down to keep your son alive, but I’d fill the earth with bodies to keep mine and my brothers out of it.”
Fire burns in their eyes, but it does in mine as well. But I’m not letting them have the last word.
“I hear you were raised in a club. You know how this works and how far we’re willing to go. Do not test us, because you will lose. One way or another, you will fucking lose.”
Rising from my chair, I loom over the two who bred a fucking snitch, and turn to look at my brothers. The men who I know in my heart will never disrespect our patch.
“We’ll surround the motel and deal with the fallout after. No one is to make a move until I give the order. We’ll leave in ten minutes.” Brothers start to move, preparing to fight yet another fight.
Calling over Mitch and the prospect, I order,
“Ride in the van and go ahead. Try to call back with a count of how many are there and what we should expect when we arrive.”
They both leave, and I turn to Aaron and Grace.
“Arm yourselves, and be ready to fight for your son. He only stays alive if my brother does. Double cross us, you’ll die beside him.”
They rise from their chairs. “We’ll be ready.”
Sparky and Pope appear at my side as they follow me out, and I exhale heavily.
