Page 10 of Hellfire

Scar clapped me on the back and entered the bar first. His presence alone made every member of the club face him. Molly handed us each a beer, giving us each a kiss on the cheek. It was what she always did when we came home.

Kissing her forehead, Scar asked, “Hey grams, where are they?”

“Katrina and Leona have settled in Reap’s room for the night. I thought you’d want them close.”

Katrina? Beautiful name.

Scar’s shoulders sagged in relief as he thanked her before heading to the basement for church. With a wave of his fingers, he signaled the main crew to follow.

Snake and Steele flanked me on either side as we sat around the table. Reap and one of our prospects entered last. They had just returned from their most recent stakeout.

“All right,” Scar started, banging the gavel as he called church to order. “The Hive has attacked innocent people on our lands. We must retaliate, show them we are not to be fucked with.”

Next to me, Snake chuckled. That crazy fucker had been wanting to go scope out the area for months now, but Scar and Reap had held him back.

“Snake, when Reap and the prospect are ready. You will go with them on their next run.”

Snake rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Fuck yes.”

He gave me a megawatt grin, to which I rolled my eyes. Snake had good intentions, but he was impulsive and didn’t think things through. Hopefully, Reap could keep him in line.

“These situations are delicate, Snake,” I reminded him. He waved me off and stood.

Snake turned to Reaper and asked, “When do we leave?”

His excitement was infectious, as the rest of us followed suit. We had been planning this for months now.

“One week,” Reaper grunts.

All eyes shifted to the prospect for a debriefing.

Even though Reaper was the Vice President and should be the one to tell us. He had always been the more silent type. Especially since we lost Rose.

“Well, the docks are full of empty crates. We expect the cargo to be moved that night.”

Steele and I shared a look. This heist couldn’t go wrong. We had too much riding on it.

“How many?” Steele asked what we had all been dreading to find out.

“At least thirty,” the prospect answered. Silence befell the club as the weight of what we must do hung heavy in the air.

“Fuck,” I growled as a chorus of damns and fuck mes echoed after mine.

“What about Katrina and Leona?” Steele asked next. We all looked to our Pres for an answer.

“They will stay here where we can make sure that The Hive can’t access them until we figure out why they are on their radar at all. Steele, get our weapons together and make sure we’re ready for next week. Tank, you’re on guard duty tonight.”

Scar hit the gavel against the table, signaling our meeting adjourned.

Everyone shuffled toward the door when Scar called out, “Reap. Find somewhere else to stay tonight, bro. Grams gave your room to our guests.”

Reap paused mid stride, his back toward us. His shoulders tensed at this news, his gloved hand squeezed the door handle roughly. Snake and Steele both attempted to hold back laughter, but failed miserably.

We all knew how Reap felt about his space being invaded. You didn’t enter his room without permission. I could only imagine how on edge this would make him, especially on a night after a stakeout. To no one’s surprise, Reap said nothing as he continued his trek out of the basement.

But what Molly wanted, Molly got. You might have thought Scar ran this MC, but you’d be wrong. My grams did.

Chapter Five

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