long time, and unless there’s a coup, we don’t see his reign ending for years. He’s known to be even-tempered and a fanatic about facts. Rarely does he make a move on instinct or emotion. Einstein Seeley, his VP, has been vital to Zeus’s success. They’re both in their fifties, and good friends. As you know, he’s an ex-SEAL. Honorable discharge, although his record shows several write-ups for insubordination. The man is brilliant at strategic and tactical planning. He’s ruthless in their execution. Another strength shared with Zeus is their ability to patch-in loyal members who bring in needed experience.”
Ghost picked up a bottle of water, taking a long swallow. “My guess is Einstein will assist Big T, the prez of the new chapter, in identifying prospects. I’ll be clear on this. If Einstein learns any of us has a Navy connection, he’ll shoot and ask questions later. He holds no love for his former military connection or brothers-in-arms.”
Wrath handed out eight by ten photos of the national and local leadership. “I’ve shown you these before. It’s important for you to be able to identify these men. Memorize their images. Zeus and Einstein have a history of ordering men to follow and eliminate MC members traveling alone or with one other person. They’ve never been brought to justice for any of the deaths.”
Those in the room fell silent as they studied the six images. Even the Night Devils hadn’t targeted individual Eternal Brethren or Demons Blood.
“Dark Disciples aren’t our usual enemy,” Wrath said. “Their men are well-trained, obedient, and dedicated to Zeus and Einstein. Many are former military and law enforcement. I’m not speaking of just the national chapter. Local chapters have the same structure.”
“Do we have any Intel on when they’ll make their first run?” Fargo asked.
“Nothing from Grayson yet. My instincts tell me a run is already in the planning stages, which means we have to be ready.” Wrath closed the file before him. “There will be another meeting with Drago soon. He’ll want to plan an attack on the Disciples. It won’t happen until we have approval from Grayson. That means solid Intel. Until then, we go about our business, stay vigilant, and continue our training.”
He looked at his men, his expression somber. “And watch your backs, gentlemen.”
Chapter Seven
“When will dinner be ready, Kat? I’m starving.” Brady dropped onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter, watching his sister check the chicken enchiladas in the oven.
“You can speed things up by setting the table. Mom should be home in another ten minutes.” Her lips twitched at the low moan coming from Brady as he grabbed plates and utensils. At fourteen, she couldn’t help but be proud of him.
He’d talked a local grower into hiring him to help in the fields, overlooking the fact he was underage. Brady had been forced to grow up too fast after they’d run from their father. At eight, he’d been scared and confused. Today, he was neither.
“How long can we keep the truck?” Brady set the last plate on the table before returning to the stool in the kitchen. “It’s so cool.”
“We only get the truck for a couple days while his shop works on my car.”
“Then you’d better give me a ride tomorrow.”
Chuckling, she continued tearing lettuce for their salad, stilling at the sound of a car out front. “Mom must be home. Why don’t you go see if she needs help with anything?”
Heading to the front door, Brady pulled it open to see a large man dressed in black with dark glasses and a hat pulled low on his forehead. Before he could slam the door closed, the man slid his foot inside, stopping him.
“Is Carol in the house with you?”
“None of your business.” Brady stomped the heel of his boot on the man’s toe before shoving the door closed, hearing a slew of curse words. Before he could lock it, the door slammed open, the man pushing him aside to enter.
Opening a closet, Katrina lifted a .20 gauge shotgun to her shoulder, aiming at the man’s chest. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to leave.”
The man stilled, not stopping Brady as he retreated toward a book case to grab a 9mm handgun. “You heard her. Get the hell out of here.”
Holding up his hands, the man took measured steps backward. “No need to get violent. I must be at the wrong place.”
Katrina and Brady moved forward as he left the house, taking off