His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,65
before he had another chance to touch Twyla.
Stopping at the traffic light a block from the clubhouse, he glanced over at Rick, pulling up beside him. He tapped his wrist, indicating they'd made good time.
Rick dipped his chin. His brother-in-law was as anxious to get back to Tracy. Both women were staying at the clubhouse while they were gone.
He hoped that by surrounding herself with family, his sister would relax. Tracy was too quiet since her run-in with Big. That morning, before he and Rick left, she'd barely acknowledged him before they rode off.
Despite the good happening today on their assignment, he understood Rick's hesitation to celebrate. His brother-in-law had more important things to worry about at home.
Whip hoped today's outcome would eventually make it possible for Tracy to put her past behind her.
The light changed to green. He eased off the clutch and rode forward. In view of the clubhouse, he spotted Priest, Curley, Paco, Frank, and Banks standing in front of the building. Everyone was uneasy, waiting for news.
If visitation had been denied, it would've prolonged what they'd set up. Communication over the phone wasn't possible. Not with the information he'd given Walker.
He rode into the parking lot, backed his Harley in the long line of motorcycles. He shared a look with Rick and together went to meet with the others.
"Well?" Priest widened his stance.
"I made the visit with Walker. It's done, and the news will be shared." Whip never wasted a moment. "I'm going after Big."
Curley asked, "When?"
"As soon as I check on my woman." He looked at Paco. "Will you stay here tonight and keep her safe?"
"Absolutely," said Paco.
"Is Aaron and Jerry here?" Rick pulled out the leather strap holding his hair back. "I want them to be here for Tracy."
Whip nodded, approving of his choices. Those two MC brothers had proved their worth to Tracy many times over when Whip and Rick were in prison for separate crimes.
"What's your plan?" asked Priest.
Knowing the celebration over today's changes would wait until he took care of business, he made sure that there would be no mistakes going forward. They couldn't afford to fuck up. He had one chance.
"I made sure the address Paco dug up for Big was the same one Twyla had for him. The house is on a half-acre plot, approximately four hundred feet from the nearest neighbor. I can go in the backway on foot, bypassing the houses on the next road." He looked at Priest. "If I can use the suppressor, I'd feel better about doing the job in that location. I can't guarantee the neighbors won't be home."
"I'll go in with you," added Rick.
He turned to his brother-in-law. "No. I want to make sure you come back to Tracy."
Rick rubbed his whiskered jaw. "I'd feel better making sure someone covers your ass. Tracy will never forgive me if something happens to her brother."
"Nothing is going to happen." He held Rick's gaze. "I have a woman to come back to, a sister who doesn't deserve to lose another family member. I know, brother, that she needs you here."
Rick raised his finger, acknowledging that he'd heard and accepted Whip's decision.
He turned to Priest. "I don't want any cleanup to come in afterward."
"That could get messy for you. If you forget one thing, it's over for you. They won't let you out of prison this time," said Priest.
"It was messy when Cusclan killed my parents." His voice hardened. "I want to leave tonight on Cusclan's doorstep by using their own marked weapon. Let the police trace it back to them. If there are any of them still alive after the news spreads."
He counted on everyone involved, who'd bought an illegal weapon from Cusclan over the last couple of months, to have heard the news by midnight. That gave them time to get rid of the guns or sand out the deliberately made marks.
The only one that will remain is the one Twyla stole. He'd wipe it clean before and after the murder.
When the police find out about the murder, they'd follow the evidence. They won't be looking for Tarkio. They'll go straight to Cusclan—after Tarkio informs their associate at the police department about Cusclan's marked guns.
"All right, let's wrap this up." Priest stepped backward. "No one starts the celebration until Whip gets back."
"One hour." Whip walked toward the door. "Be ready to ride out."
He understood Priest would go with him to where Whip would leave his Harley and go the rest of the way alone