Page 3 of Down & Dirty: Rage

“All of us, except for Dyna and Daisy. They didn’t come down from Manning Grove.”

Thank fuck for that.

“Need more details,” Rage demanded from Lexi.

“How many were there?” Zeke asked at the same time Jag joined them.

“You good?” the OG asked his daughter, pulling her into his arms for a quick squeeze.

“Yes, I’m good. Piper? Not so much.” Lexi turned to Zeke. “We spotted three. No cuts. Nothing to identify any of them. They had bandanas over their lower faces, skull caps covering their hair and dark sunglasses. I just know they were white men with tattoos.”

“Christ. That describes about eighty fuckin’ percent of bikers,” Jag grumbled.

It also described one-hundred percent of the Twisted Souls.

Since they hadn’t even had one interaction with the Souls yet, it made no fucking sense why the other club would go on the offensive.

It also made no sense why they’d want to make enemies of the Angels—both the Dirty Angels and the Angels of Fury—when they wanted to run drugs through their territory without being harassed.

He needed to check on Bri and Lyric, but he also needed to have a word with Zeke first.

“Yo,” he said to Zeke, tipping his head toward a corner that wasn’t so crowded.

Zeke followed him over there and as soon as Rage turned, he got in the president’s face. “The fuck if we can let this go, Prez.”

“No fuckin’ shit.”

“We gotta decide how we’re handlin’ this shit soon. If not, I’m gonna handle itmyway.”

“The fuck if you’re goin’ against not only an MC, but also the Mafia, on your own. That would be fuckin’ stupid.”

“We fuckin’ know this is the Souls. But what the fuck? We haven’t done shit to them yet. You said you let the Mafia boss think our club wasn’t gonna fuck with their bitches, right?”

“Right. Let him assume that, but didn’t give him an answer either way.”

“So why the fuck are the Souls causin’ shit already?”

Zeke shook his head. “Don’t make much fuckin’ sense. Why the fuck would they wanna start a war with us when they got the Mafia at their back?”

Rage sucked on his teeth as he considered that. His gut churned as he came up with the only probable answer he could think of. “They want our territory.”

Rage could see Zeke’s mind turning as he stared at him. A few seconds later, he glanced over his shoulder at the full waiting room behind him. “Yeah. That, or it’s just a warnin’ not to fuck with them.”

“Already got that fuckin’ warnin’ from the motherfuckin’ Russos when they took your boy.”

They had forced Zeke to meet with La Cosa Nostra by taking the president’s son, Ledger. All to inform him that theSouls would be transporting drugs from some cartel down in Mexico up to the Pittsburgh mob.

Cutting right through DAMC territory.

To Rage, that was a no fucking go. But they were trying to handle this shit right by not going balls to the walls until they could figure out a solid plan first.

Only, they still had no fucking plan.

And that was a problem.

If it was only the Twisted Souls, they could easily handle them. But having the goddamn Russos involved—the cut-throat Sicilians who “ran” Pittsburgh—made it a bigger issue. A much more dangerous one.

The Sicilians could wipe out their entire club easily. The same way they did to the Deadly Demons MC.