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Unloading the gun from his inside his cut, Darkness also pulled out his backup weapon and a couple of knives. Laying them in a neat little pile, he waited for his visitors to follow suit. They did so only reluctantly. As they stepped up, Ryder frisked everyone and gave the all clear.
Darkness led them to the warehouse. “We set up a desk inside with some chairs, so we can all get comfortable and read through the paperwork. My attorney is ready with a notary. Follow me.”
Devil and his father followed, with their men close behind. The entire group came to a staggering stop inside the building when they realized it was packed with brothers from other chapters and even allied clubs. The door slammed shut quickly behind them.
Devil’s shaky voice rang out, “What the hell is this, Darkness? We had a deal.”
Turning on his heel, Darkness faced off with his counterpart. “I’m modifying it. You are ape-shit crazy if you think I’d ever give your club a quarter of million dollars. I’d give the lot of you a dirt-nap first and just be done with it.”
“You are going to regret double crossing us, asshole,” Ratchet’s rough voice threatened with a level of certainty that didn’t even make sense in this particular situation.
Darkness jerked his chin to someone on the catwalk above. A single shot rang out from that direction. Everyone jerked, looking around to see who just took a bullet. As if melting, Ratchet slumped to the ground.
Devil shouted, “You are one stupid fucker! I can’t believe you killed our club president.”
“I didn’t,” Darkness drawled. “I just rotated the only Seven Devils president who makes any sense back to the head of the table. That crazy fucker was gonna get your whole crew killed, and you damn well know it.”
Bending down to look at his father, Devil cursed under his breath. “I told him this was a bad idea. He was so sure he had every angle covered in this stupid fucking deal.” Coming smoothly to his feet, he took a step toward Darkness. “The thing that he didn’t take into consideration is what an unpredictable fuck you are.”
“I’ve got a new deal for you.” Darkness was as calm and oddly cold as ever.
“I’m listening,” Devil said, his eyes shrewd.
None of his crew dared make a move. Everyone knew Devil had no other choice but to play ball. Otherwise, the lot of them were gonna wind up dead.
Clearing his throat, Darkness presented his new offer. “Abby signs divorce paperwork and custody of my daughter over to me, immediately. I give you fifty grand and let you all walk out of here alive.”
Devil immediately stated, “No, the deal was for five times that.”
“You got no cards left to play, man. Take the deal.” The cautionary tone of voice Darkness used was clearly evident.
Looking around at his men, Devil shook his head. “We’re between a rock and a hard place. I need at least a hundred grand for my club to survive the shit my old man got us involved in this time around.”
“Look, we don’t have that kind of cash lying around. My crew pulled some private stock together for you from our own armory. We’ll throw in thirty hot AKs and a couple dozen reliable semi-automatic handguns,” Darkness tacked on. “Fifty grand and flush armory. Fuck, I’d take that deal if someone offered it to me.”
“Yeah, how about if the crazy fucker just gunned down your old man? Would you still take the deal?”
Darkness scoffed. “Stop pretending there’s some kind of love lost there. We came up together, man. The best years of your life were when that vicious bastard was inside the joint. All he ever did was come out long enough to screw over your club and fuck up your life before ending right up back on the inside. I did you a fuckin’ favor, and we both know it. Now you get the gavel back.”
Letting go of that particular bone of contention, Devil asked suspiciously, “What did you do to my girl?”
“Not a damn thing. She sat in our basement, and we tossed her energy bars and bottled water for the last four weeks. She got a hot meal a day. All she did was bitch. We got the security feed for you if you want to have a look.”
“Ain’t nobody got time for that,” Devil said, waving the offer off. “Get her in here. We’ll do the deal.”
Ryder stalked outside to grab her from Ace.
Abby was fighting mad. “What the fuck did you do, Ryder? We all heard the gunshot.”
“Darkness is changing up the deal. Your precious little Honey Bear already accepted our counteroffer, so shut the fuck up and sign the paperwork they give you.”
“Devil’s still alive?” The hopeful look on the woman’s face was all kinds of nauseating. If not for the child she popped out for his friend, Ryder would have absolutely no use for her crazy ass.
“Of course he is. Our club knows this dumbass plan was Ratchet’s brain child. We got no beef with Devil. That shit’s water under the bridge, so try acting civil.”
“We still get the payday, right?” she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful, which just made him sick. Dumb bitch.
“Devil agreed to fifty grand and a load of guns. It’s a fair trade.” Reaching into his pocket, Ryder pulled out a thick envelope. “Darkness instructed me to give you this. It’s a little bonus for you. There’s fifteen grand in this envelope. You can keep it secret for yourself or hand it over to Devil. We don’t particularly care, but there ain’t gonna be no more where this came from. Between this and the fifty grand, our club is all tapped out. Don’t come sniffing around for more.” Ryder didn’t even feel guilty lying about his club being tapped out. Whatever kept her from stupidly trying to wring more money of them was the correct option.
