Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,37

bad, which wasn’t such a good thing.

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“Why do you think they haven’t made a move since the shooting?” Tripp’s frustration was heard loud and clear by everyone sitting around the large, wooden table.

“Which fuckin’ shooting?” Ace griped, touching his left side, then the back of his head, even though he was out of the woods and on his way to healing from being shot twice. “There’s a chance they don’t know it was us that killed three of their own.”

“They know. They said something about us always wanting to save someone.” Ryder glanced at Linc before continuing. “They knew we’d come to that girl’s house and that fuckin’ club is planning somethin’. They said there will be four less of us around when they do it.”

“Do what?” Jagger asked, slamming his hand on the table, leaning forward and staring at Marek, as if our leader had the answer.

“We don’t know,” I answered. “The fucker was vague. Although if he really thought they were gonna kill us, why not let us in on their plan?”

“Because while they’re stupid, I’m sure they were aware there was a chance you wouldn’t die, and they wouldn’t want the surprise ruined,” Prez gritted, scratching the side of his face. “All this waitin’ around pisses me off. I don’t want them to do anything else, but at the same time, I wish they’d get on with it so we could deal with it and put this shit to bed.”

“Why do we have to wait for them to do anything? Why can’t we retaliate for everything they’ve already done?” Kaden asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I didn’t have to glance around the room to know everyone was on edge. It floated through the air like the heaviest fog. Patience wasn’t a strong suit for me, and from the other guys’ body language, it wasn’t for them either.

The faint lines around Marek’s eyes deepened with the stress. “Because we did kill three of ’em, and like Ryder said, I have no doubt the rest of the Reapers know their buddies died at our hands. As long as everyone is being safe, and the women and kids always have a chaperone, we’ll figure out our next move. We’re devising a plan.” He glanced at Stone.

“Care to let us in on it?” Rez spoke, his question a good one.

“When we’re ready to go” was Marek’s only response on the topic. My curiosity didn’t negate the trust I had in his ability to run this club, including making decisions behind the scenes that would affect all of us. He’d tell us when he was ready, like he stated.

Even though I hated to admit it, we were all vulnerable and safety was sometimes fleeting, even with our best efforts, a notion that obviously made me nervous because all I could think about was keeping Zoe out of harm’s way until we were able to end this, whenever that might be.

Prez shifted his gaze to Tripp. “Call your cousins. See when the soonest is they can get here.”

Tripp typed out a quick text, the alert to a response sounding less than a minute later. “Ford said they can be here tomorrow.”

Marek then glanced at Ace, a resolute look of frustration, worry, and anger all mixed to form something else altogether. “How are Jaz and the other two holding up? Has anyone else approached them?”

“Last I checked, they were fine. Jaz saw a doctor about her face. Once she heals up, she’ll get the scar taken care of.”

Jaz was a dancer at Indulge. She’d been attacked by the Reapers twice—once when she was at a club called Chaos with two other dancers, Raven and Skye, then once more when one of those bastards caught her right outside her house, in broad daylight, his buddy waiting inside.

“Okay. As of right now, I guess that’s it.” Marek knocked twice on the thick wood of the table. “As soon as we have a solid plan, which will be soon, I’ll fill you all in. Until then, make sure to stay alert, safe, and remind your families they aren’t to go anywhere without one of us.” He smacked Stone’s arm, then pointed at Tripp. “I know Zander and Luke are exempt from this rule because of their age and they can handle themselves, but remind them to be aware of their surroundings at all times. Don’t give them specifics, but drive home that things aren’t good right now and someone might be lookin’ to target them to