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We all stand.
But City is the first to grab Hurricane and pull him back from reaching her. “Take a breath, Hurricane,” he growls out, clinging onto our president as he pants harshly through his nostrils while the Baroness chuckles under her breath.
“I don’t expect you to be happy about this, Hurricane, but I do expect you to comply. Youwillcarry out this hit. Or therewillbe consequences for you and your club. And I can promise you… I follow through on my threats.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
South
The steely expression crossing the Baroness’ face tells us she isnotfucking kidding.
She’s put a hit out on Six.
A fellow Defiance MC President.
Our friend.
A brother.
And she wants us to carry out the fucking job.
She sits taller in her chair, looking Hurricane directly in the eyes. “This is the deal, Hurricane. Your club takes out Six. I don’t care how it’s done as long as he’s dead. I need proof, and when I get that, your debt to me will be wiped fre—”
“This is fucking bullsh—” Bayou snaps and the Baroness holds up her hand to stop him.
“In the meantime, I will help with every method at my disposal to keep your women safe from the Bratva, and I will also do whatever you need to bring Anton and his men to an end. I am sick of them going about things in their own way. I want to see New Orleans run differently, and I see a bright future with Defiance at the helm, but I can only do it if I have you working with me, not against me, like Six. And as you have seen here today, I am not above taking out those who…work. Against. Me.”
We all stare at Hurricane to see how he’s going to play this.
We’re being backed into a corner.
But surely, wecan’tdo this.
Can we?
“How can we trust you won’t lead the Bratva straight to our women? After this shit you’re pullin’ with Six. How can I trust anythin’ you say?”
“I’ll go into the bunker and stay with them the entire time. There’s no way I would put myself in the line of fire. I have far too many contingencies in place for me to be taken out by the fucking Bratva… if I am there, your women will be safe.”
Hurricane rubs the back of his neck. The tension in the air is palpable while everyone waits for him to talk. He clears his throat, and at the same time, he shakes his head. “You keep our women, children, and families safe. We’ll take out the Bratva. That all goes to plan then, and only then will we take out Six for you.”
“What!”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Pres, for real?”
“Fucking hell!”
“No fucking way!”
Everyone talks over each other.
The Baroness smiles, or is that a sneer?
Hurricane slams his gavel on the table. “All y’all, shut the fuck up! I’ve made my decision. We need to think about the good ofourclub. The good ofourfamily andourpeople—”
“And going to war with Houston is taking care of our families, Pres? There’sgotto be another way!” Hoodoo states.
