a quality made button-up blue shirt, open at the collar, beneath his kutte paired with what I’m sure are designer jeans because what I know of Flash is that he likes his labels. His boots aren’t run of the mill motorcycle boots either, but fancy as fuck looking things that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.
“Reach out and see what the holdup is. Ravage needs these guns.”
He does. Our Manchester chapter back in the UK has run into some problems with rival gangs in the area. Rav wants the weapons in case shit goes down and they need to go to war. I hope that doesn’t happen. I hate the thought of my brothers fighting while I’m not there to help, but they’ll do what they need to protect the club. Tennessee picked a shitty time to have a rat in their ranks.
“I’ll get on it,” Flash assures him.
“We find out any more about the fucker who hit Whizz?”
My eyes snap toward Omen at these words. I didn’t realize they were looking into it, but I should have expected it. I’m a brother, and Omen protects his own.
Chains, secretary of the club, sits forward. He’s the quietest of the brothers, rarely speaks unless he has to, so it surprises me to hear his voice now.
“Got a name.”
I arch a brow, wondering what the fuck they’re planning. Generally, we don’t mess around with civilians, unless they cross the club.
Omen leans forward, his hands clasping together. His eyes come to mine, as serious as a heart attack.
“You want us to pay that fucker a visit, say the word.”
His words don’t surprise me. The guy hit me because he wasn’t paying attention. I could have died. Many bikers do die when they’re hit by cars and trucks. The brothers want me to know they have my back.
“Ain’t worth the hassle,” I tell him, “but I appreciate it.”
“You’re sure?” Havoc questions, rubbing a hand over his beard and tugging the end of it. I’ve noticed he does this a lot when he’s annoyed. “That bastard nearly killed you and he fucking wrecked Betty.”
It would be easy to seek revenge, to gut that fucker for running me off the road, but unlike these boys, I preserve life, not take it. It’s what I was trained for as a doctor. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll kill if the situation calls for it, but I don’t think it’s warranted here.
“Ain’t wanting revenge.”
Hatchet, their sergeant-at-arms, looks a little disappointed and huffs under his breath.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Wasn’t intentional and I’m still breathing.”
My mind wanders to the little dark-haired nurse who has been filling my mind lately. Amy is never far from my thoughts and waiting to see her again is a slow, painful torture. There was a connection between us I can’t deny and my heart seems to beat for this woman in a way I don’t understand. Looking into her eyes was like looking into heaven. I want more of her sunshine, even though I shouldn’t mar her with my darkness.
“Okay fuckers, we’re done.” Omen smacks the gavel down on the table and the brothers start to file out. “Whizz, stay.”
I sink my arse back into the seat and wait for the others to leave. Crank’s the last one out and he gives me a ‘good luck’ thumbs up as he goes. Havoc stays behind and eyes me as Omen leans back in his seat. The atmosphere in the room suddenly feels close, tense, heavy.
“Moving these guns is going to be difficult,” Omen tells me. “Everything we’ve moved lately has been intercepted.”
“Those fuckers have ski-masks hiding their features. They act fast, shoving guns in the brothers’ faces and stealing the trucks before they can even react,” Havoc says.
“Without solid evidence, I won’t act. I won’t start a war without knowing for sure.”
And that’s what this shit is leading to. War. You don’t steal from the Sons and stay breathing.
It’s bold as fuck, whoever is doing this. Ballsy as all hell. I’ve never known anyone to come at the club like this before. They’ve got a fucking death wish.
“Rav needs those weapons,” I tell him something he already knows.
“And he’ll get them,” Havoc assures me.
“We’re going to have two separate runs. You and Havoc moving the real guns and a decoy shipment that won’t contain any weapons. Not much else we can do until we have more evidence. You and Havoc are the only fuckers I trust right now.”
It’s a good plan. Whether it will work or