Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,46

now. They’ll burn down both of our Souls with us in them,” Enzo says.

I scrub my face as I realize how right Enzo is. There’s no easy way out of this. “We kill them all,” I growl. They all look at me and I fist my hands on the table. “Look, we can sit here and talk about a million ways to keep them out of here, but Enzo is right, they want our blood. The only way to stay whole is to kill them first.”

“Fuck,” Brooks says running his hands through his hair. “Kace is right. If this doesn’t go through, we need to strike first.”

Just then the phone rings and Brooks answers. “Brooks?”

“Yeah.”

“I did my research on the Raging Devils and there’s not a shot in fucking hell I want to be mixed up with them. I’d gladly talk to you about working together though,” Vincent says.

I close my eyes trying to contain the rage I am feeling. We need to move and fast. Once they realize we have nothing to barter with, they will come in here looking to kill us all. Fucking Riley and his big ass mouth. It probably wouldn’t be this bad if he just kept his comments to himself.

“That’s not our style, thanks for the offer,” Brooks says, sounding completely defeated.

“Fine enough. Good luck,” Vincent says, hanging up.

Brooks stares at the phone like it’s going to ring again, and Vincent will have changed his mind. “Fuck,” he whispers.

“We knew this was a long shot,” Zane says, reaching out to squeeze Brooks’ shoulder. “Let’s get busy planning our attack.”

It’s not what any of us wanted, but it’s what needs to be done. Most of us at this point have more than just our lives to worry about and that is scarier than worrying about yourself. Zane has Harper, Brooks has Maren, Enzo has Nora, even Riley has Gillian. Not to mention everyone’s extended family. For me though, I have Ivy and my baby. That’s double the worry.

“We should have everyone who could be in danger hide somewhere before we make our move,” I say, lighting a cigarette. We don’t have Gloria’s parents’ house anymore for obvious reasons. Souls is the only place I think they could possibly be safe at this point.

“Kace is right. Let’s get everyone here tomorrow before we make our move. We can’t take any risks,” Zane says, squeezing his neck.

Everyone is tense and that’s never good. We need to have a solid plan before we step foot near that dilapidated building of theirs.

“How the fuck are we going to take them all out? It’s damn near impossible,” Porter says.

He’s right it is. The fear of the aftermath of attacking first is twisting my gut. There’s so much on the line. The Raging Devils will do anything to make us suffer. I’ve heard awful things about them kidnapping innocents and torturing them before finally killing them. I’ve seen firsthand the missing fingers, hands, and burnt flesh from other MCs that they’ve gone against. When we ran them out last time for drugs they weren’t as ruthless as they are now.

“We take out Hawk, Bane, Damon, and Casper. They are the ones in control. The rest of the club are a bunch of young kids who do as they’re told. They aren’t smart enough to know what to do without the leadership,” Riley explains.

“Fuck, I hate to admit it, but Riley’s right. The only way to end this threat is to get rid of the leadership. It’s not gonna be easy. We need a solid plan,” Brooks says keeping his hands fisted on the table.

“What if we set them up?” Zane asks. I turn my head to him and he lifts his shoulders. “We tell Hawk and Bane we need to talk. They’ll bring Damon and Casper for protection. We kill them as they walk in.”

We all look around at each other. I play with my lip ring, uncertain of what I think. Enzo sighs as he looks at Brooks. “It’s fucking risky, but it might be the only way.”

“It’s all fucking risky,” I say.

Zane nods his head toward me before glancing at Brooks. “Look if we don’t make the first move, we’ll end up dead. It’s worth the risk.”

“If it doesn’t work, we’re in deeper than we already are,” Brooks comments.

“That could be true, but if we sit back and wait we look like pussies. Shattered Souls are not pussies,” Alex growls.

I light another cigarette and look around. “Pick a spot