OWNED & UNTAMED (Back Down Devil MC #11) - London Casey Page 0,57
everything that went down. The entire table heard it straight from Jim’s mouth. That was a good thing. The guy was basically on fucking trial. His life hung in the balance.
“And that’s it,” Jim said.
“So we vote,” I said. “Get this shit out of the way right now.”
“No,” Jasper said. “We can’t vote this. We need outside influence.”
“Brothers from Frelen are coming up,” Trev said. “Three. They’ll be the deciding vote. We’re not going unanimous on this.”
“Jesus Christ,” I said. “Just kill the fucking deal and wipe the Hell Five the fuck out.”
I was heated. Livid. Ready to take on my brothers.
Trev pointed to the door. “Jim. Go get a beer. On the house.”
He left and looked around the table. “What the fuck did he say…”
“We had a meeting not too long ago,” Trev cut in. “We said our enemies were going to come hard. New leadership. New vision. Everyone wants to attack us. So here we are with a huge problem.”
“So let’s just start killing innocent people,” I said.
“Sends a violent message,” Cash said. “To everyone. Innocent and guilty. That’s a heavy foot to put down.”
“We do what we have to do,” Austin said.
“The guy out there defended our freedoms right here. And then he got left behind when he came home. I am not leaving him behind again.”
“So we’re bringing personal shit to the table?” Jasper asked.
“There’s something we can do,” Cade said.
“What?” Trev asked.
“Crime scene,” Cade said. “Turn the land into a crime scene.”
“How so?” Cash asked.
“Get an investigation up there. It’ll stall the deal. Jim can pull out. We can get in and bust the rest of it up. Make the Hell Five look weak. Make them look stupid.”
“Better yet,” Trev said. “We fuck with their heads.”
“How so?” Jasper asked.
Me and Trev met eyes. We both started to grin.
“The prospect,” I said. “He’s still up there.”
“The one I shot?” Kye asked.
“Yes,” Trev said. “Plant him on the land. Fucking locals will have a field day with that.”
“That’s perfect,” Cash said. “Hell Five won’t know how to react. Whoever is backing them will be pissed. The deal will go on hold. The only thing though is that it’ll put Chief Danielson on our ass.”
“He’s always on our ass,” Jasper said.
“I’ll take that if we need to,” Trev said. “This is about killing this deal. About pushing the Hell Five back where they belong.”
“But it doesn’t solve the Russian problem,” Cade said. “Sixty-five large.”
“That’s a lot of fucking money,” Kye said.
“I know it’s a shot in the dark here, but won’t proof of what we’re doing to the Hell Five be some kind of reassurance to Ivan?” I asked.
“Possibly,” Jasper said.
“But it’s not cash,” Trev said.
Trent then knocked his fist to the table. “Shit. I heard there’s a big round of fights going on soon. A lot of underground money come through. We could jump on that.”
“Ivan wants blood money,” Jasper said.
“Ivan wants money,” I said. “We take care of the Hell Five on our own and give him the money our way, he gets what he wants and we don’t look like his bitch.”
“That’s a lot to ask for from a fight,” Trev said. “Who do we put up?”
“I’ll go,” Trent said.
“I’ll fight,” I said.
One by one we all raised our hands.
“What do you think, Cade?” Trev asked.
“I’ll fight,” Cade said. “And if we keep rolling the bets into the next fight…”
“One fuck up and we’re screwed,” Jasper said.
“Then we’re at zero,” Tristan said.
“What about pussy?” Cash asked. “Can’t we put a little pressure on our friends at the club to help out?”
“Those girls can barely take care of themselves,” I said. “There’s no extra money being hidden.”
“Okay,” Trev said. “One thing at a time here. The Hell Five stole fifty-grand from this club. That money is owed to Ivan and Peter. Start with shutting down the deal. Then we can shake down the Hell Five for the fifty. The other fifteen we can worry about then.”
“Let’s all take a breather,” Jasper said. “We’ll arrange for the set up on the land and let that play out.”
“Agreed,” Kye said.
“Vote?” Trev asked.
Everyone nodded. Trev smacked the gavel.
The meeting was over. Even if nothing was actually resolved.
We all exited the conference room.
The clubhouse was getting full and coming to life. The rest of the day would be spent drinking, planning, and waiting for something to happen.
I couldn’t just hang around and wait.
Normally I’d just take a bottle of whiskey and a reliever to my room until we were both