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“And, we’re supposed to just take your word for this? We’re talking about the safety of our families,” Savage challenged. “I won’t base their safety on a feeling, Hart.”
“It’s more than that,” Hart admitted. “Shit, I can’t tell you this but their new Prez, Outkast, is my inside guy. He’s been deep undercover for years now. If word got out, he’d be killed.”
“Fuck,” Cillian cursed.
“I know Outkast,” Savage admitted. “I had no fucking idea he was working for the cops.”
“This whole thing has to stay between us. He’s been working to bring down that trafficking ring for a while now. If you blow is cover, all that work will be lost,” Hart said.
“You have my word,” Savage said. “Outkast’s secret is safe with all of us. Right guys?” Repo, Ryder, and Cillian nodded their agreement. “Just let us know what we can do to help out. Name it, and it’s done.”
“I appreciate that, Savage,” Hart said. “There is something I need. We need to keep up appearances and one of the things that will need to happen is Outkast will need to meet with you—Prez to Prez.”
“Yeah,” Savage said. “That’s the way it usually works. One club will invite the other over and either declare war or ask for peace. Which will Outkast want between the Dragons and Savage Hell?”
“Peace,” Hart said. “He’ll need that to focus on the group's business. He’ll put on a show, but he’ll agree to peace.”
“I guess we all go home in the morning,” Savage said. “Can you have the plane ready, Ryder?”
“Yep. I was ready to fly Viv and Savage back. I’ll adjust the passenger list in the morning when I turn in our flight plan.”
“That works. Let’s be ready to roll out by ten,” Savage ordered. They agreed and Kill had to admit it felt damn good to be heading home. As far as he was concerned, this shit storm with the Dragons couldn’t end soon enough.
_______
They had only been home for a day and a half before Savage Hell was summoned to the Dragon’s bar. Kill had barely enough time to catch his damn breath before the meeting was set up and when Savage asked him to have his six, he immediately agreed. What else could he do but tell Savage yes after the guy had saved his ass on more than one occasion?
Viv was glad to be back home and she was even gearing up to re-open the diner in a few days. Kill worried that she was taking on too much but she went to see her doctor, just to confirm the diagnosis they got in the ER, and she had the all-clear to return to work. She promised to rest and let others do the heavy lifting, but he knew his Viv and she was as stubborn as the day was long.
“You ready to do this?” Savage asked. They were sitting in his pickup and neither made a move to get out of the truck.
Kill shrugged, “As I’ll ever be,” he breathed. “It’s just weird being back here and I’m worried we’ll say something to blow Outkast’s cover. I don’t want to fuck this up,” he admitted.
“So, don’t,” Savage said. “Let’s just get in and have this damn meeting and get this shit show over with.” Kill and Savage walked into the Dragon’s bar and he pushed down the moment of panic he experienced being back in that hell hole. He could still taste the blood from his busted lip every time he thought back to that night just weeks prior. The smell of urine in the basement, from the cages that lined the walls, still made him feel nauseous. The cages that he knew held those poor women awaiting their fate to be sold off to the highest bidder. But, they weren’t there under the same circumstances this time—at least that was what he was telling himself. Dante’s reign was over and Kill had to remember that despite the way things appeared, their new Prez—Outkast, was on their side. They just needed to keep their heads for this little meeting and not blow the guy’s cover. This meeting was just a formality and then their families would be safe—at least that was the plan. Kill knew that was what Savage was hoping for and he felt the same. He couldn’t settle for anything less, not with Viv and a baby girl on the way. He wouldn’t let anyone threaten his family again—ever.
“Gentlemen,” Outkast said, meeting them at the front door. He was flanked on either side by his enforcers. Kill choked back the bile that rose to his mouth at the sight of the two guys he had to take down during his time in the cage they kept in the basement. They still had the faded bruises and cuts from their fight. The big guy wore a sling on his left arm and he seemed just as upset to see Kill, although he had to give the guy credit—he didn’t back down.
“Come on in and make yourself at home,” Outkast offered, holding his arms wide. “Our bar is at your disposal. Can I get you a beer?”
“It’s nine in the morning,” Savage protested. Kill wanted to take the guy up on his offer. Hell, he could do with a shot of whiskey or two, but Savage was right. They needed to keep their heads straight if they were going to get through this little meeting.
“Of course,” Outkast agreed. His smile was warm and Kill could tell the guy was trying for friendly, but it was a lie. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and Kill knew that the Dragon’s new Prez was putting on a show. Kill almost wished he wasn’t privy to the news that Outkast was an undercover cop. Their meeting would be easier to get through if Kill could just hate the guy.
“Let’s just get down to business,” Savage challenged. “Why have we been summoned here, Outkast?”
“I’ve always liked your no-nonsense way of ruling Savage Hell, man,” Outkast said. On the flight home, Savage filled the guys in on the research he had done on Outkast. He seemed to have a complete disregard for the rules, both written and implied. There was usually no room for someone like that in the MC world, but Outkast wasn’t a part of that world. He was straddling the right side of evil and he had to make his own rules. Otherwise, he’d be discovered. Savage’s MC world didn’t work quite that way. Kill knew that his friend valued loyalty above all else and trust was king. Without those things, Savage Hell wouldn’t exist.
“Funny,” Savage spat. “Usually, when someone admires someone else, they don’t stab them in the fucking back,” he growled. Savage took a step towards Outkast and his enforcers blocked him with their bodies. Outkast had the poor judgment to find the whole scene funny and for just a minute, Kill was sure things were about to turn ugly. Savage was certainly playing his part in all this. Hell, maybe he was looking for someone to take his anger out on for taking Chloe. He still hadn’t worked through all that and now, with Dante gone, Outkast was the next best person to pound his anger out on.
“Easy man,” Kill warned. “This isn’t why we are here, Savage.”
“You should listen to your man, Savage,” Outkast said. “He’s not wrong.”
“Fine, let’s just get this over with,” Savage ordered. Even when he wasn’t in charge, Savage seemed to take the position of power. He was just one of those guys and Kill would follow him to hell and back.
“Okay,” Outkast agreed. “I called you here to make sure that we understand each other, Savage.”
“What’s there to understand?” Savage asked. “Your club took my little girl and threatened our women. There’s nothing to understand here, Outkast.”
