Page 35 of Pike

“Somethin’ like that. Just makin’ sure everything is good before I leave.”

“Heard that. I’ll let Mask know.”

I hang up the phone and slide it back into my jeans before I look up at the house. The lights slowly turn off from room to room, and I know she’s getting ready for bed. I smile to myself, knowing she’s okay in there. That’s all I want for her. I want her safe from that asshole who has done so much to tear her apart. One day, he’ll get his. One day, I’ll find him, and I will make him regret ever looking at her the wrong way.

When the final light goes out, I rev the bike once more and pull out of the driveway. I head toward the clubhouse with a lot on my mind. I want them. I want RRMC, but that’s a war. It’s a war we’d have to wage, and I wonder how many of the guys would be behind me on that. Technically, if they aren’t the ones who shot me, I shouldn’t have any issue with them. Feather wasn’t mine at the time. She wasn’t with me, wasn’t my girl. Now she is. It’s a thin line I’m walking with her and this mess. It could turn ugly for the club, and I need to be one hundred percent sure this is what I want to do. In my heart, I know it’s the right thing to do. She didn’t deserve that shit.

Blake, on the other hand. He deserves everything he’s going to get. I plan on making his life a living hell starting with a car bomb I’m going to plant as soon as I find his ass. I don’t plan on blowing him up. No, that would be too easy, and it would ruin the fun I plan on having with him.

I’m going to hunt his ass down and play a little game with him. I’m going to make him regret ever fucking with Feather. I smirk to myself as I pull into the clubhouse parking lot and kill the engine. I have so many plans for that man and he won’t see any of it coming his way.

I climb off my bike and leave the helmet on the seat as I whistle and stroll inside. Free spots me smiling and narrows his eyes at me.

“What the hell did you do?”

“What makes you think I did somethin’?”

“That smile on your face. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do shit yet. It’s the plans I have floatin’ around this head of mine that’s makin’ me smile, brother.”

“What plans?” he asks as he passes me a beer. I take it, bring it to my lips, taking a long pull.

“For that asshole, Blake. I’m gonna cut him limb from limb, brother. I’m gonna make him wish he was dead,” I inform him, keeping that smile in place. Maybe I’m a sick fuck for thinking that way. Maybe I’m an asshole, but that’s the thoughts running through my head at the moment.

“You gonna carve his ass up?” Free asks when Van walks over to join the conversation.

“Who you carvin’ up?”

“Blake.”

“Did you find him?”

“Not yet, but he’ll show up eventually,” I remind them. They both nod their heads and agree with me. He’ll show up.

“And that’s why you’re smilin’?”

“Goddamn right, it is. That and I got the girl.”

“You had the girl. I saw that shit in the hospital,” Van tells me.

“She wasn’t on board then. She is now.”

“You got her all settled at your place?”

“Yeah, she is. Made sure she was good before I came back here,” I tell them. They both nod when Mask walks out of the office, and the other guys start filtering in.

“You ready?” he asks. We nod and walk over to the room, and head inside. We all take our seats as Mask stands at the head of the table.

“This will be short and sweet. RRMC did attack Pike. They were testin’ us, testin’ our response to things. We failed. We failed Pike as a brother,” he says as I shake my head.

“Like fuck you did. You were out there in a matter of seconds, Prez!” I snap at him.

“You shouldn’t have been out there alone. That’s on us,” he argues.

“No, the fuck it isn’t. I went outside for some air. I shouldn’t need a babysitter to do that. They snuck up on me. That isn’t anyone’s fault.”

“Either way, I feel like shit because of it, Pike. It shouldn’t have happened that way. I’m sorry,” he says. I nod my head, knowing there’s no reason to argue with him when he’s like this. He won’t back down, but neither will I. I won’t let him blame himself for shit that was out of his control.

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