Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,62
If you have any instructions for me, call now, and I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
I glance around the room at my brothers. “We could get our packages back, but if we take them now and Hawke comes back to retrieve, he’ll clue in someone was there. Four packages, if they’re all there, they aren’t a big enough bank breaker to worry about compared to the time Blake would get if he’s caught with them in his possession on the way back here. We know Hawke took them. So, now we can go have a little chat with him about it.”
“Agreed,” Texas replies.
Chains nods.
Then all the brothers give me the go-ahead.
We watch, wait, then Blake spins, slowly walking toward the exit. “I’m heading back, taking the no call to mean we’re all good. Hope you saw all that well enough. See you soon.” Blake starts jogging and races off for his ride.
I move back over to my seat. Neon mutes Blake’s video, but keeps it on so we can witness his ride back to us. Make sure he’s okay. Last thing we need is for the Militia to get him on his ride back here to the clubhouse.
“Okay, so we have a couple of options. We either go in hot. Serve out justice for stealing from us when we had an agreement, or we go in civilly and find out why the fuck they think it’s okay to steal from us. I’m open for discussion.”
Fox lifts his chin. “Why don’t we do both?”
I narrow my eyes on him. “Explain?”
“Go in with a sign of force, but our aim is to talk. We don’t want a war if we can help it. We go in asserting ourselves, letting them know we’re pissed, but we can be reasonable, and talk to them when we have their attention. If they’re willing.”
It makes sense and is exactly what I was thinking.
But I want the guys to think I’m not going to come in here, make all the decisions without discussing it with them first. We’re a team. A brotherhood. A family. Sure, sometimes I’ll make a call for us all. But this, this affects all of us.
I want a consensus—all or nothing.
“Brothers, do we all agree?”
“Aye,” rings around the chapel, and I bang my gavel. “Good, ‘cause I don’t know about you guys, but I’m feeling stabby. I wanna go in and show them we mean business before I tear strips off Hawke verbally.”
“I’m looking forward to this. I’m in need of a good fight,” Ax grunts.
I snort. “Remember, I don’t want any deaths, accidental or otherwise if we can help it. We’ll cause noise, a little pain, but no body count, that’s not the aim of this. Got it?”
“Are we all going?” Neon asks.
“Anytime we head into Militia territory, we need safety in numbers. The more the better.”
“You want me with you?” Fox asks.
I need to think this through.
Someone needs to stay back—mind the clubhouse.
If shit really blows up, I am going to want someone who can not only take care of the ladies, but who can deal with Zero too. Fox asked because he knows just like I do, he is that man.
“You better sit this one out, Fox. You have things to do here. People to look out for.”
He bows his head. I think half in understanding, half in thanks.
“Right, let’s mount up. Hawke and his men will be heading back to their camp. Let’s go pay them a nice warm visit.”
WRAITH
Riding my bike is like the best fucking rev-me-up in the world. It’s amazing the emotions riding a bike will put you through. It’ll energize you. It will elate you. It will clear your darkened mind. Riding is the best natural medicine on earth, and right now that elixir is coursing through my veins. I don’t need a doctor or a shrink, I just need that fucking horsepower between my legs, and the road beneath those two spinning wheels.
Luckily, the Militia camp isn’t too far away from our clubhouse. With us all carrying right now, getting pulled over by the heat would be bad. But we need to go in to their camp with authority. With assertiveness. We have to show them we aren’t going to roll over and take their shit.
As we pull down the street, their camp’s coming up on the left. I signal to Slick to pull up. We will need to walk the rest of the way—we don’t need them hearing us coming. We slow,