This shit is done, and I’m going to kill Paul. Might kill Lorenzo, too. Depends on what the fuck he has to say about this. I just don’t understand why it even happened. What are they going to gain from stealing three bikes?
It’s the biggest fucking insult they could deliver, aside from hurting one of our protected women. There’s no explaining this away, no turning the other cheek, and if Bullet were to even attempt it, he would have complete and total mutiny on his hands.
Not that I think he ever would.
I know Bullet is trying to keep shit from getting crazy, trying to keep a war at bay, but this isn’t that. This is the family starting shit, and I’ll be damned if the Reapers don’t finish it. Even if I gotta do that shit all by myself, because I am pumped up and ready.
“Well, I plan on finding out and finishing it all.”
“Hell yeah, tag me the fuck in, brother,” Screamer calls out from the truck just as the engine roars to life.
“Let’s fucking goooo,” Screamer, well… screams.
Shocker jerks his chin at me, his eyes searching mine. “Whatever the game plan is with this shit, no matter what anyone says, I’m with you, Viking.”
That’s a pretty bold statement, and it means everything to me. He is with me, which doesn’t just mean he has my back. It means he’s putting all of his trust in me, and he believes that I’m going to make the best decision on what just happened here and how to handle it. No matter the repercussions.
“Lainey isn’t marrying him.”
Shocker’s lip twitches into a smirk. “Good.”
“And if it’s already done, I’ll kill him.”
Shocker’s smirk turns into a full-fledged smile. “Goddamn straight. Let’s do this.”
I let out a chuckle as he makes his way to the truck. Normally, I would turn away and let him get in without me watching him, but since he was in that truck and stiff for hours, I keep my eyes on him so that in case he falls, I can help him. But he gets in the cab without issue.
Flop walks over to me, jerking his chin in my direction. “You’re following us to the clubhouse?” he asks.
“I’ll follow you there, and then Scar is going to help get everyone situated, but once you’re through the gates, I’mheading to that wedding. Figure there’s enough firepower there we can get shit done.”
“Is there a way I can go with?” Flop asks. “I’m down for a little action after what they did. I feel like a pussy.”
I can understand that, and moreover, I can respect it. “I think you can follow me. But you’re gonna have to get a cage or something. No way am I letting you ride on my bike with me.”
He snorts. “I’m not riding bitch with anyone ever. I would rather walk. I got a cage.”
We separate, he gets in the front of the truck, and I say goodbye to the women and Screamer before locking them back inside the truck. I straddle my bike and bring it to life as Flop shifts the truck intoDrive, and they take off… somewhat slowly, trying to be careful with the passengers.
It takes longer than I would like to get back to the clubhouse, and as much as I want to rush this shit, I also know that I don’t want anyone to be hurt in the process, either, at least on our end.
When we finally reach the clubhouse, the gates open, though I can tell that the guard looks confused as fuck at the sight of the truck coming back. I lift my hand, waving to him as I ride down the gravel and dirt road.
Flop doesn’t bother finding a parking spot anywhere. He parks that bitch right in the middle of our parking lot. I laugh as I watch him fiddle around with the truck, and finally, he kills the engine.
Scar calls out to me as he walks out of the clubhouse, Daisy and Ice close behind him, surprisingly for them, somewhat covered up in short jean shorts and T-shirts. They don’t even look in my direction as they’re rushing past me toward the back of the truck, and Flop meets them there to open up the back.
“Flop wants to come with me, but I gotta know, since I’ve been out of the loop, why the fuck would they do this?” I ask.
Scar flicks his gaze past me to Screamer and the women likely climbing down from the box truck. When his eyes shift back to meet mine, I can see the concern clearly etched on his face before he speaks.
“I don’t know. I wish I did, and I can’t imagine Bullet would know either, except all I can think of is this is some play for control. Paul was the one who insisted on this run on this day.”
“I don’t trust that fucker,” I grind out.
“And it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s marrying your woman?” Shocker asks.
Narrowing my eyes on him, I jerk my chin in his direction as he slowly makes his way toward us.