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We nod and then move out of church as one—one club with one purpose. I head to my room and smile softly when I find Evelyn curled up on my bed fast asleep. I quickly grab my gun out of my safe along with some already loaded clips and my shoulder holster, slipping out the door before my woman even realizes I came back.
It doesn’t take the entire five minutes for everyone to be ready to roll out of the clubhouse. We’re leaving the prospects along with a few brothers behind, but only because we can’t leave our house unprotected. That could be a disastrous mistake.
I give Monk a chin lift when I notice he’s one of the men staying behind. The intense stare he gives me in return promises he will protect my woman with his life. I never thought he would give any less to our family.
Normally a ride on my bike is relaxing and I revel in having the wind wrapping around me and pushing me to my destination. Not tonight. Every flick of the wind against my body reminds me of our mission. It reminds me that Sam is dead, and we were looking in the wrong place for far too long.
The Renegades weren’t even a blip on our radar beyond wanting to be aware of what’s going on in our city. They’re low level and if they had stayed low instead of trying to be bigger than they are then they probably would have never been in our sights.
What a stupid fucking decision.
When we stop in front of the gate of the Steel Renegade’s clubhouse, the prospect standing there looks scared and pale. He jumps when Spark growls, “Open the fucking gate. We’re here to speak with the Prez.”
The guy, who looks like he can’t be more than 16, almost trips over his feet to open the gate. Which he shouldn’t do but considering the scowls on our faces and the hard set of our jaws, he probably thinks he doesn’t have much of a choice. He’s not wrong in that assumption.
The gate doesn’t have any hope of stopping us, open or not.
When we stop in the gravel parking lot in front of the clubhouse, it’s clear they don’t give a fuck about this place. There are broken windows along the top of the warehouse, and it looks like it could fall over at any moment.
I sneer in disgust as we all start to head toward the door, the bass of some music vibrating up through our feet gets more pronounced the closer we get. Spark shakes his head and flings the door open before he stomps inside to find some guys in cuts partying in a space they probably think passes as a common room.
Without waiting to be noticed, Spark removes his gun and shoots the man closest to him in the back of the head. I’m not sure what I expected to happen, because I know Spark can be a violent fucker, but that wasn’t it. I bark out a laugh as the space descends into silence and the remaining Renegades turn toward us.
A man who has ‘President’ on the front of his cut comes storming over. He has long hair that looks like it hasn’t been washed in days and a patchy as fuck beard. He sways slightly as he gets closer and barks, “What the fuck was that? Why’d you shood Rabid?”
“Because you fucks were stupid enough to kill our prospect,” Spark’s voice is low and menacing but also controlled, that kind of control you know means shit is about to go down.
The idiot shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets like he’s not surrounded by men who are all armed and dangerous. “It was a job,” he throws out there.
“It was more than a job,” Spark growls, and the SR Prez grins like he knows a secret.
Spark turns slightly and picks off another Renegade without blinking. Another head shot. Another body falling to the ground.
None of my brothers flinch at the death toll and none of us will. This is retribution and it’s due.
“What the fuck?” It’s like the SR Prez looks around for the first time and it sinks in that he’s in a world of shit. He holds up his hands, fear leeching into his voice, “Look, it really was a job. We were hired to kill one of you guys to send a message because you’re on Volkov’s payroll and our employer doesn’t like it. It wasn’t fucking personal.”
Spark nods his head slowly, his words measured like he’s speaking to a fucking child, “It was personal. You killed one of ours. For money in a dispute that has nothing to do with you. It’s very fucking personal.”
The guy snorts, “Like you wouldn’t take a job if it was offered.”
Spark raises his gun one more time and shoots the idiot who has tried to defend murdering Sam. It’s not a head shot this time but kneecapping him must hurt like a bitch. Their Prez goes down and his brothers rush over to him, none of them even pulling a gun on us.
What a bunch of pussies. They aren’t defending their club. There is no loyalty in this room. They attacked another club without thinking about the repercussions.
“Stay off our territory,” Spark snarls. “If we see you on it, we’ll be back and this time we won’t leave a single person alive.” There is a promise in his words that I’m not sure I hope they ignore or heed. Spark starts to back up slowly and we all do the same. When we’re almost out the door, he adds, “Tell whichever one of Morozov’s men who hired you for this stupid stunt that we don’t take kindly to threats.”
“How did you know?” If the SR Prez was going to ask any more questions, they’re cut off by the door closing.
“What a fucking idiot,” I mutter as we head back to our bikes.
Spark is clenching his jaw as he climbs on his bike. “All for some cash,” he sighs and shakes his head sadly. He looks at me, “Fill Volkov in, Penance, the next time you talk to him. I think what is left of Morozov’s organization will have to find someone else to do their idiot work.”
“You got it.” I give him a chin lift as we start up our bikes.
I peel off to head to see Volkov and Demon joins me. He works with me at Savior Saints Security and has met with Volkov before. I’m thankful as fuck when the conversation with Volkov is short. Kirill doesn’t ask any questions, he just absorbs the information and shares a look with his brother, Maxim and their other closest men Huck and Baker.
“We will have to deal with the vermin who have not been exterminated properly sooner rather than later,” Kirill intones. He turns to me and gives me a nod. “Thank you for keeping us in the loop. We’ll be in touch if we get any more information.”
