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Goddamn.

GodDAMN!

This was huge, fucking huge. Monumental.

“How’s Prez?”

“He is not up for this shit.”

“Goddamn, Heckler! We’re at war if this is true.”

“It’s true and you know it. Since when does Granddad lie?”

“Never.” I wanted to hurl this phone, but other thoughts were racing through my mind.

This meant war.

This meant we were behind already. That meant who knew how many bodies were on the ground already.

That also meant all our planning was up in smoke, the planning we took very careful consideration with Connor. But…well fuck, because that would still have to happen, but probably way sooner than we’d anticipated. Than I had anticipated because I wanted time to tell Kali, needed that time.

I was so desperate for it now because I’d lose her.

There was no if about it. It was when I’d lose her.

Fucking Estrada. He came. He knew. He figured it out somehow.

“Ghost, it’s on you. That’s another reason I was calling. Prez suffered a mini stroke last night. He’s back in ICU. They caught it early, but he’s unconscious. This true, and you have to act as if it is, then that means the entire club is at war against the cartel. You need to tell us your orders.”

My mind was still racing. Hadn’t stopped, not since hearing that news and I couldn’t process Prez either. Heckler was now my number two in place. I was now acting national president for the entire Red Demons motorcycle club.

First things first. I spoke, motioning for the guys to come over. “I need to know where Estrada is. His guys hit us last night, tried to take my woman. Did take Granddad’s niece and I’m thinking they also got two of my woman’s friends.”

Heckler cursed from his end.

Boise was on his phone. “I’m calling the team who has eyes on Estrada.”

Corvette had his phone out and I said to him, “Call Crow. Tell him we’re out of time. I need the list of those guys now, and then we need a group to be dispatched to round them up.”

Corvette nodded, pulling his phone out and walking away a little distance.

I said to Roadie, “Call our computer guys. Tell them the make and model of the van who took Justin and Harper, and let them know we need to find the guys who also took Tracey, Granddad’s niece.”

He gave a quick nod before stepping away, his phone to his ear already.

Granddad was taking it all in before hobbling over to me. He wiped his face off with the back of his shirt, squinting around. One hand went to his hip and he let loose a long sigh. “Can’t say I fully know what’s going on, but can see that it’s a big deal those guys coming for you–”

“They might’ve been looking for me.”

Kali had gotten out of the truck and was standing not far, hugging herself.

“Kali.” I started for her.

She shook her head, stepping back. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t coddle me–”

“Boss! Hey, Boss! Ghost.” Corvette came running back over, his eyes panicked. “Just hung up with Crow and got a call from Machete. He was jumped. Him and his woman were on the highway and he said a van pulled up. They shot at him, and took his woman.”

GODDAMN!

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