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“That’s a pretty big threat to make in here.”
“Mark my words,Travis, I don’t make idol threats.” We stare at each other a moment longer. “Are we clear on how this is going to run?”
Vincent nods eagerly, having got the deal of his lifetime.
I look at Captain, Mop, Riggs, Len, The Joker—all of my brothers sat around the table. They in turn each give their approval. I give Costa a nod.
With that, he stands. Irate, I watch as he and his man make to leave with Beats escorting them.
At the door, Starbucks turns back to look at me.
I have to drag my eyes to his.
“We’ll be in touch. Send our love to your boss.” He walks away leaving the outlaws at the table.
My mind slowly catches up with what the hell just happened. Vincent has fucked all of us by bringing this business. He says Saviours further north caught wind of Costa. But this is his move to get our turf. Petty motherfucker. “Where’re we atwith Dean’s protection?” I ask Vincent, acting like that threat to wipe our club off the map didn’t just happen. If I think about it, I’ll end up in the cell next to my president, Costa’s head under my arm.
Silence seems to stump everyone. Some heads are down. Some faces are angry. “He still hasn’t sat down with The Saint.”
When I see the corner of his mouth twitch, my temper goes from five to nine, pretty fucking quick after everything that just happened. “You said you could arrange that as soon as I called you Tuesday? It’s fucking Saturday!”
“Like I told himandyou, The Saint is in solitary. There’s fuck all I can do about that.”
I bang the table not liking that at all, as Beats walks back in. I also don’t fucking like the fact that the person who runs things inside is an old friend of Vincent’s. “You better pray he sits down with Dean, or—”
“—or what?” Billy cuts me off.
The sudden confidence since Costa’s departure pushes me to ten. I push out from my chair quicker than a greyhound darting out the gate. In one swift move I have this cunt by the throat, pulling him toward me.
“Enough! Fucking leave it!” Len shouts.
The Joker and Skitz look hungry for a fight. Both of them stalk closer, ready to go by my side.
“He’s right,” Captain bellows, physically tugging me back to sit down. “Won’t achieve nothing if we act like a bunch of dickheads.”
Len moves to help him.
Having my arms pulled back, I let go of Billy’s throat and shrug everyone off, my eyes still making it very fucking clear I want to kill this guy. “Alright!” I shout, straightening out my clothes as they both give me some space. I begrudgingly turn and pick up my chair. “He was moved this morning. What’s he meantto do for a few more days?” I ask Vincent, slamming the legs to the floor.
“I’m sure he’ll figure something out.”
Dropping my head, I pinch the bridge of my nose, really trying to keep my temper in check. “And if he doesn’t?” I ask.
Vincent gives me the smuggest look I’ve ever seen grace a man’s face. He rolls his hands together, then points one finger in my direction. “Guess that’ll make you boss.”
Taking a few steady breaths, I look at Mop quickly. No matter the situation, he’s the calmest Ripper I’ve ever met.
He talks for me, knowing I can’t find the words. “That isn’t an option. Now, tell us what happened five days ago.”
Dean had called Vincent to let him know the police were closing in on him. Vincent told him another threat had been made. That’s what sparked all of this last-minute planning.
“It was more than just a threat; it was an invasion of privacy.”
“And you have no leads as to who it was outside your guy’s home?” Mop asks.
“No,” Vincent says. “We still don’t know where these men are coming from, or what their angle is.”
Dean has some idea. He said he’d seen a tattoo on the man he’d killed in the barn, and that the man was released from prison by someone unknown. So, whilst he’d managed to talk Mollie into sticking around and defending him should he end up inside, I only accepted what he asked me to do when I was under the impression he’d have fucking protection.
