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He strode over and leaned down. Her arms looped around his neck. He yanked her halfway off the couch and kissed her, hard and rough, and drew back.
“Be careful,” she said, her fingers brushing her lips.
“I always am.”
She nodded.
He opened the door and glanced over his shoulder.
“I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay,” she said, not meeting his eyes.
His jaw tightened. Then he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rags slipped intothe meeting room and grabbed a seat in the back. He timed it so he wouldn’t have to talk to his brothers before church started. He kept his attention on Banger and Hawk at the front of the room, ignoring the side looks and smirks tossed his way.
“The Devil’s Reign bastards are still wearing the Colorado rocker,” Wheelie said. “I saw a couple of them walking down Main Street, flaunting it. I would’ve bashed their skulls in, but I was with my ol’ lady and our kids.” He punched his fist into his palm.
“They’re poking the bear,” Puck gritted.
“They’ve been disrespecting our colors for too fuckin’ long,” Shadow added.
“We gave those pussies a chance to make it right when we beat their asses.” Tank pushed up from his chair. “Now it’s time to stomp them out for good.”
Murmurs of agreement spread, growing louder, until Hawk raised a hand. The room went silent.
“Their club days are over. Per the by-laws, we gotta take a vote, but I already know it’s gonna be unanimous. We wipe them out once and for all.”
A roar of approval bounced off the walls. Fists shot into the air, the brothers’ eyes hungry for a fight.
“Hawk’s gonna go over the plan of attack. We need to get through this quick, so keep the outbursts to a minimum,” Banger said before taking his seat.
Hawk stepped forward, a bottle of Coors in his hand. After taking a long pull, he set it on the table and rocked back on his boot heels. “The plan is to hit hard and fast. Teach these assholes a lesson. Destroy their clubhouse. If they resist, they’re history. What we don’t want is any kids or women getting hurt. Blade, Helm, and Diesel have been there the past hour scouting the place. They’re gonna hang and give us an exact headcount.”
“Are we striking tonight?” Shadow asked.
“Yeah. Tonight’s a new moon. It’s the perfect time to get lost in the dark,” Hawk said.
“What’s the goal? We killing the motherfuckers?” Rock asked.
“We’re gonna teach ’em respect,” Hawk said, scanning the room. “If some or all don’t wanna learn, then they’re history.”
Low rumblings rolled around the room.
“The key is to move in, get it done, and move out. Quick and clean. Rags, Throttle, Puck, Tank, Smokey, Rock, Wheelie, Animal, and Jerry will stay behind and make sure everything’s cleaned up. No evidence… no problem… life goes on.” Hawk took another a pull from the bottle. “Any questions?”
“We using grenades and shit?” Bones asked.
“Nah. The asshole’s clubhouse is in the Peaks warehouse district, so a bit too close to town. We don’t want the attention of the fuckin’ badges, so knives are the weapons of choice, along with kill-lights, and our favorite. The padlock.” Hawk smiled.
Rags had several bandanas tied to large padlocks in his room. The padlock was one of his go-to weapons. Swung right, it hit like a blackjack and could knock the hell out of anyone. And the damn badges couldn’t do shit if they found one on him during a frisk. It was just a padlock for a storage unit. Simple. Legal. Deadly as hell.
“No guns?” Puck asked.
Hawk ran a hand through his hair. “If needed, use ’em, but make sure you take silencers.”
