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“One day, your cunt smart mouth is gonna drown itself in all the shit it spills,” Jessie warns Squealer, slowly backing down and retaking his seat.
“There is one thing we could do,” Brax says, twisting the tip of his knife into his wooden armrest and focusing on the blade.
“Speak up,” I encourage him,
“We could make peace with the Indians, offer them our resources, and help them fight for their land. A legal battle would come off better if it was them appealing it. Who knows, we may even get out of them what we’ve been trying for since we moved here.”
Brax has a good head on his shoulders, it’s the reason he’s been filling Skid’s boots as Road Captain. Skid didn’t want to reclaim his role after he returned from being nomad, he’s gonna focus his attention on working at the garage and healing. Whatever it takes, we’re just happy to have him back.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Tac chuckles. “Those stubborn savages wouldn’t understand a fucking peace treaty if it slapped ‘em on their asses.”
“And what would you know about ‘em, Tac? You talked to any of them lately?” Troj tosses some attitude across the table, cracking his knuckles the way he does before a fight.
“Guess we won't know till we ask.” Skid shrugs, looking like he’s impressed with Brax’s idea.
“Brax might be onto something.” Thorne sits forward and leans his arms on the table. “We could get enough funds to help them with the legal side of stuff, Maddy could put some evidence together to back up their claim, even if we gotta plant it.”
“There’s just one fault in that plan, Thorne,” Tac reaches in his cut for a smoke. “Those cunts fuckin’ hate us.”
Tac has a point, that Chief of theirs got a real grudge against the club. I've tried being polite on more than one occasion and he’s thrown that shit right back in my face
“I say we put it to a vote,” Jessie suggests, his eyes still narrow and zoned in on Squealer as he releases a steady stream of smoke from his lips.
“Okay, all those in favor of making nice with the Indians?” I put the question to the table. Jessie nods, and the same response follows from Nyx and Brax.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe I’m agreeing to this.” Tac sighs before nodding his head. Thorne agrees too. Screwy and Squealer nod in unison, and Grimm gives his approval. “We gotta do what we gotta do,” Skid points out. And when my eyes fall to Troj, I can see that something’s troubling him. “I’m in,” he says with the same determined look he gets on his face before he steps into the ring to kick ass. This whole Ivan thing has got him seriously riled.
“Then it’s done, it’s time to pay our neighbors a visit. Jessie, you're coming with,” I instruct, and then wait until everyone has piled out before I stand up and follow after them. Troj is hanging around waiting for me by the door when I step outside.
“I’m coming too,” he tells me abruptly. It ain’t Troj’s style and I’m surer than shit, now, that there's something he ain’t telling me.
“I wasn’t gonna head down there without my Sergeant, it goes without saying that you're coming.” I smack him on his shoulder, deciding not to press him on it. When Troj wants to tell me what’s got him bent out of shape, I’ll be back ready to listen. But until then, I got a war on my hands that needs dealing with.
Ivan and his crew are showing their cards, they mean business. And the fact I’m gonna have to make nice with the Natives, who hate us, to give us an upper hand on it, pisses me off. But these days I lead by example, and if eating a slice of humble pie is what’s gonna protect my club and my family, then I’m ready to swallow it.
