Page 15 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

The demented fucks wanted me for two reasons. And they would get neither from me.

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RAID

Pulling into the clubhouse,I followed my brothers as we parked in our designated spots. They’d changed over the years. For example, my father, Buzz, now parked between Ax and me.

We were a well-oiled machine at this point in life, all knowing exactly where to go, what to do, and who to protect.

I’d been on a bike since I could remember, and that would never change. I’d ride a steel horse until my dying breath. Hopefully they’d bury me with it.

Parking and shutting down the bike, I swung my leg over after engaging the kickstand. The helmet felt good coming off, and I had the need to shake my head. I was still getting used to the shorter haircut. I even surprised myself cutting it off. It was time for a change.

“Brother,” my blood brother, Ax, called, and I made my way to him, lifting my chin. “How’d it go after we left last night?”

“Fine. Maxium should have the plans through the board in a couple of days. If he doesn’t, we take him out and find someone who can.”

“That fuckin’ idiot,” Ax answered.

“Let’s go!” GT, our VP, called out then whistled as he waved for us all to go into church. We needed a meeting on this shit to figure out a plan on how to squash the governor and the fucking chief.

Two new pains in our asses.

With a few slaps on the shoulders, we all made our way into the clubhouse, through the main area, and into church. It had been expanded when all the ol’ timers started having kids who wanted to be part of the club.

Now it fit all of us. Not at the round table but in chairs lining around it.

Cruz, the president of the Ravage MC, sat at the head of the table, and everyone followed suit.

“Need a rundown on everything that’s happened.” His gaze skirted around the table and landed on Tug’s son, Micah, who was called earlier to begin the search.

“Harold Runerband, governor. Mostly got his votes from Atlanta.” Micah clicked a button, and a wide screen came down from the ceiling as he stood and made his way to it. It was on the left side of the wall, visible to all of us.

The man had good presentation. That was for sure. Me? I was more of the find the information and then beat the fuck out of said someone type.

Lit up on the screen was the state of Georgia. It showed in green that while the rest of the state voted in our guy, Atlanta in red was all him. Since Atlanta was the biggest city with over half a million people, they carried Runerband into office.

“As you can see, the voting was down this term, but the fuckers in Atlanta and Augusta came out in droves to vote for him, placing Runerband into office. Need to find out why those two places love the man.”

“And he wants to fuck with us? Why?” Deke asked, sitting forward. “Didn’t see this one comin’. Didn’t think he’d make it in, and that was our mistake. Shoulda had that shit in the bag.”

“Yeah. We fuckin’ should’ve,” Rhys growled. “Now we gotta kill the fuckin’ governor. We’ll all be in prison.”

A few chuckles went through the room because he wasn’t wrong.

“It would’ve been fine if the fucker would’ve just stayed in Atlanta. But we got on someone’s radar, putting us smack dab in Runerband’s sights, according to the mayor,” GT stated.

“Don’t remember anything in his campaign dealing with guns, violence, or organized crime. Did he just fuckin’ wake up and decide to take on the Ravage MC?” Cruz asked the room.

“Not a fuckin’ word about it.” Cooper, Cruz’s son, answered. “He ran on balancing the budget and making sure people had healthcare. Not a fuckin’ word about crime.”

“And yet he hires Chief Thompson to police Sumner. Never fuckin’ heard of the guy and yet he gets placed here. What’s the angle?” Nox, Cruz’s other son asked.

“What do you think’s the angle? To shut us the fuck down.” Tug, Micah’s father answered.

Someone had their sights set on us, and probably bankrolled the man’s election. At least that was my initial take on things without knowing any details. This Runerband and Thompson were not in our world or in our connections, so why come at us unless to benefit someone else?

“Micah,” Cruz ordered. “Show us what you’ve pulled up.”

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