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“That I’d pay to see. Sandman, go tell Ghost company is here.”
The second the man behind Malice moved away, I turned quickly and punched the motherfucker who held a gun on me. He flew back, landing hard on his back. Stepping over his body, I ripped off my helmet and sneered. “The next time you pull a gun on me, you better fucking shoot, because if you hesitate, I will kill you with my bare hands.”
Stepping away, I ordered. “Everyone inside, now!”
Once inside, I scanned the common room for any threats. When I didn’t see any, I turned to Bullseye. “Where is everyone?”
Bullseye said nothing, walking over to a door on the far wall. Opening it, I saw a set of stairs. Walking down them, he disappeared for a few seconds before we all heard a steel door sliding open. Moments later, Bullseye reappeared with Ghost behind him.
Shaking my head, I growled, shaking my head. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What kind of President cowers like a fucking pussy in a goddamned safe room?”
“Hey, asshole. Ghost has kids. I don’t.” Bullseye defended his friend as Sandman and the remaining Golden Skulls stepped out of the shadows to stand next to their temporary President.
All of them protecting Ghost.
“I’ve got a fucking kid and I’m here. Fuck!” I roared, “Fuck it. You pussies just made my decision easier. This club is now under the control of the Soulless Sinners. Fury, have our team secure this motherfucking place. I want sentries on twelve-hour shifts. Shoot to kill. No prisoners. Payne, go find King. He’s got to be lurking around here somewhere. Tell that fucker I want to see him. Mercy, reach out to our chapters. I want a volunteer from each one here by noon.”
“All of them?” Mercy asked.
“Every fucking one of them. No exceptions.”
Mercy walked over, standing close and whispered, “Prez, I get that you’re pissed, but this goes against what you agreed to. We can’t claim this club without provocation. The rules were clear.”
“If I don’t, the kid won’t have a club when he comes of age. I’m keeping my promise.”
“This isn’t the way, Prez, and you know it. Stick to the plan. We can monitor it from home. If shit goes sideways, then we can assume control, but we have to at least try it Reaper’s way, first.”
I knew Mercy was right.
I made a promise. I gave Reaper my word. Shook on it. Reaper died for this club and the least I could do was try to uphold my end of the deal.
“How many brothers do you have left?” I asked, looking directly at Ghost.
“There are eleven of us, including one prospect. Sypher’s still at school and Viper and Bayou turned in their cuts. They went nomad.”
Doing a quick count in my head, I stated, “You’re missing one.”
Ghost nodded. “Ravage. He went native.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Ghost looked at Bullseye, who stood stone faced.
Sighing, Ghost added, “Ravage took off after the last attack. Took Ink’s sister with him. He’s around, but not. We can’t find him.”
I hated cryptic shit.
“Explain?”
“Ravage is a tracker. It’s what he does. You won’t find him unless he wants to be found. When Satan’s Angels last attacked, an asshole got inside the clubhouse. Ravage found him in Karlyn’s room. He was…touching her. Ravage killed him, then took off with Karlyn. We haven’t seen them since.”
There was a story there, but I didn’t have time to listen.
“What about Chaos? What kind of numbers does he have?”
“He took two prospects and Babyface. He’s been recruiting and his numbers are growing. Matrix learned he put out the call a few months ago. He’s patching in corrupt and disavowed brothers from other clubs. Last we knew, he had around twenty men, but with the Satan’s Angels backing him, his numbers are well over a hundred.”
This was a fucking shit show.
