“My guy’s watching them,” Mason said.“He doesn’t know how long they’ll stay.”
“That’s exactly why we go now,” I shot back.“Waiting gives them time.”
Freak stood.“This is our shot.”
Wrecker’s jaw tightened.He looked around the table.“Who wants to handle this tonight?”
Every single hand went up.
No hesitation.No doubt.
Wrecker exhaled slowly.“Fine.We do it tonight.”
Relief slammed into me so hard my hands shook.
“Cole, Joker, Junior, Pipe, me,” he continued.“Rest of you stay put.We’re not rolling twenty bikes into town.”
Brinks groaned.“You guys always get the fun.”
Wrecker shot him a look.“Pretty sure you’ve had your fair share of fun.”
“I’m good staying behind to keep an eye on Clove while you’re gone, Joker,” Freak said.
I nodded and really appreciated it.Leaving Clove behind wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I needed to be the one to confront these assholes.“Appreciate it.”
Church broke fast after that.
All I could think about was that this was it.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Clove
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands folded in my lap, watching Ender check his weapons like he’d done a hundred times before.
Like it was just another night.
The metallic click of a magazine sliding into place made my stomach knot.
I opened my mouth.Closed it.Opened it again.I wanted to tell him to stay.I wanted to tell him that this wasn’t worth it, that the club could wait, that these men didn’t deserve his life or his blood or even another second of his time.
But I didn’t.
Because I knew better.
This was the Fallen Lords.
This was how they lived.
You didn’t get to hurt one of theirs and walk away.You didn’t get to take a woman and terrorize her and think there wouldn’t be consequences.You didn’t get to leave scars and expect mercy.
Those three men had sealed their own fate the second they laid hands on me.
Ender adjusted the holster at his side, then reached for his jacket.The movement was smooth.Controlled.
I hated how calm he looked.
“Ender,” I said quietly.