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But if she knew Doc—and she did—he’d tear down every door necessary to find her and protect her. And she’d figure out a way to help him.Somehow.
36
Doc
Doc didhis damnedest to listen to Rubble speak to the room full of bikers. So far, it was a lost cause. The Twelve Brothers hadn’t made contact yet. His nerves were shot despite members coming out of retirement to aid the MC during this time of need. Reaper seemed to appreciate the extra bodies, but Doc wasn’t sure the aged-out men and women would be any help.
Ten minutes after the meeting began, a new man came into the room. Rubble seemed glad to see him, as did the rest of the members. Doc didn’t recognize the tall man with military tattoos peeking out from his shirt, but the name Kevlar on his leather cut rang a bell.
Rubble and Brewer sang the man’s praises. Evidently the rumor was right, and Kevlar was back from deployment. From what he’d heard, the tall man was special ops.
Good, maybe he can do something.
“Prez, there’s a call for you,” one of the prospects said, coming into the room.
Reaper’s bushy eyebrows rose. He snatched the phone from the prospect and put it on speaker for all to hear. “Speak.”
“You know, I always find it funny when MCs have some dumb schmuck answer their phones,” the accented voice on the other end started. Every Macha member balled their hands into fists, hatred simmering below the quiet surface.
Macha’s president leaned his fists on the table. “Viper, is that you?”
“Aye, old man.”
“You took something of ours.”
“Is this wee lass yours? I don’t see a Macha patch on her clothes.” Viper chuckled. “It’s too bad. She’d make a grand old lady. Hell, even some of my men are tempted to taste her.”
Doc clenched his jaw until he was sure it’d shatter. He’d put his motherfucking boot up this Viper guy’s ass if he hurt one hair on Isa’s head.
Brewer nudged his side and offered a silent warning. Doc glanced at the redhead, then around the room. Each club member had the same look of distain scribbled on their face. No one fucked with Macha and lived to tell the tale without a broken body part or two.
“What do you want?” Reaper asked, steering the conversation back to the goal in mind.
Viper clucked his tongue. “Northern Ireland.”
“That’s not happening, and you know it.”
“Hmm, all right. Then I suppose I’ll let my newest president of my Dublin chapter escort Phantom’s daughter to the bullpen. It’s funny how easily men are purchased, Reaper. Take your Shovelhead character. Hell, it barely took fifty thousand before he jumped at the chance to break Macha.”
Lacing his fingers together, Reaper stared at the cell phone. “I don’t know a Shovelhead. Our club doesn’t have a man by that name.”
Viper laughed. “Of course not.”
“Get down to the details. I’m sure you’ve already contacted Phantom.”
“Aye. He told me to pound sand. I’m shocked since I have his precious daughter. Isn’t Macha supposed to idolize women?”
Rubble stood, his phone to his ear, and walked to the door. He snapped his fingers, and Hawk and Kevlar immediately followed. Only once they exited did Reaper respond. “I can offer you a new territory. You saw how quickly Macha took over Colorado. We only have one competitor.”
“So?”
“So, think about The Twelve Brothers taking over another US state. The MCs here are weak compared to Ireland’s. You could wipe out any competition within months, and the entire territory would be yours. In fact, the MC in Nevada is in between presidents right now. You could take their men and territory in one swoop. Plenty of casinos and strip clubs in that state.”
Reaper kept his eyes fixed on the door.He’s trying to keep Viper on the linefor a trace.Doc cursed himself for thinking even for a minute that their president wouldn’t do everything to get Isa back to safety. It hit him square in the gut.
“That is tempting. I see why you’ve earned your president status.” Viper hummed on the other end. “But what happens if we stray into Colorado?”
“You won’t. Colorado is Macha’s.”
