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Chapter 10
Ares
I’m livid when I get back to the clubhouse after seeing Willow with Gavin Holt. The punk flaunted his Havoc Ryders cut all over town.
Son of a bitch needed a reminder who owned Juniper. Misfit sees me coming out of my room. I’d just changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt so I could hit our clubhouse gym.
“Who pissed in your cheerios, Prez?” Misfit grins at his joke.
I just grunt and keep moving, in no mood to talk. My only plan was to get some tension out by lifting some weights and punching the bag. Willow didn’t understand she was playing a dangerous game, ignoring me. If I saw her with Holt again, there would be hell to pay.
Out of nowhere, the clubhouse shakes, and there is a loud boom. We start running to the front. When I burst through the door, Misfit just behind me, we see a billowing cloud emanating from the front gate, the two gate doors are off their hinges, and a large section of the fence is down. A small fire is burning on the grass just beside the road. Everyone in the compound is standing outside, mouths agape.
I start barking orders to get the fire out and to access the damage.
***
A few hours later, we are sitting in church, each of us looking grim with dirt, grime, and sweat all over us.
“I think it was just a call for attention,” Trixter says, scanning the table. For once, his laptop is not with him.
Sometimes I wonder if he sleeps with that thing.
“Yeah, best I can tell they used a low-grade pipe bomb designed to give off minimal damage,” Sphinx confirms. His time in the military included working with explosives.
“Did the guys show up to fix the fence?” Misfit asks.
“About an hour ago, they will charge a premium for the rush job, but it should be fixed soon,” QB affirms.
“I saw Gavin Holt in town today with Willow Smith,” I start, but before I can continue, everyone is talking at once.
“Silence,” I demand and wait for my brothers to calm the fuck down. “I doubt this involves Willow. The Havoc Ryders have figured out we stole their cars.”
“How can you know she isn’t involved?” Misfit is leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed like he’s the authority on all things bitch related.
“Gavin and Willow had a pretty serious thing in high school,” QB interjects.
“High school’s been over for a long ass time, QB,” Trixter remarks rolling his eyes.
“Time will tell, but in the meantime, I want Zeke called back,” I instruct. Zeke was my father’s SGT at Arms, and when my Dad died, he decided to go nomad. Zeke and my father had been friends for more years than I’d be on this Earth.
“He might not come back,” Misfit asserts.
“He will,” I say simply.
“What next, Prez?
What message are we gonna send to the Ryders?” Cobra asks.
“I want one of those motherfucking cars from the hauler, burning in the front of their compound,” I demand.
“QB, and I’ll handle it,” Cobra declares.
I bang the gavel down, dismissing church. I had to get cleaned up so I could drop in on the last person who wanted to see me tonight, but I couldn’t wait to see the look on her gorgeous face when I showed up at her house.
